time throughout the still quiet country.Then a faint melody, perfectly in time with the ticking of the clock, cametheir way, a thread of sound from the far fringes of the field.'It's the New World Symphony,' said Kaoru to herself.All the people in the train, including the stately young man in black, wereplunged into a tender dream of their own creation.Why can't I cheer myself up in such a peaceful place as this?Why am I so alone? And that Campanella, he's really beingmean. We're on this train together and all he does is blabber tothat little girl. It's really hard to take!Giovanni, his face half-buried in his palms, stared out the far windows.A flutelike note, clear as glass, rang out and the train began to creep along asCampanella sadly whistled the tune of the rotating stars.'Precisely, precisely, you see, it's all high prairie up here,' blurted out an oldman from behind, as if he had just woken up. 'Now, if it's corn you want, yougotta open up a hole two feet deep and plant the seed in that, otherwise youhaven't got a prayer.''Is that right? I guess we won't be reaching the river for quite some time yet.''Precisely, precisely. We're still a good two thousand to six thousand feetabove her. We're over one hell of a gorge here.'Giovanni was struck by a thought...Sure, we're over the plateaus of Colorado!Kaoru, far away in thought, her face like an apple wrapped in silk, was staringin the same direction as Giovanni. Campanella was still whistling sadly tohimself.All of a sudden the corn was gone, leaving a vast black stretch of prairiefrom one horizon to the other.The New World Symphony was coming in loud and clear from beyond thehorizon when an American Indian, an arrow fixed in his taut bow, deckedout in a white feather headdress and a variety of stones on his arms andbreast, st arted running after the train as fast as his mocassins would takehim.'Gosh, it's an Indian!' cried Tadashi. 'Look, an Indian!'