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We went over to it , and found it so tame that it allowed Ollie to pet it as much as he pleased . The man who owned it told us that he had found it among the Sand Hills , with one foot caught in a little bridge on the railroad , where it had apparently tried to cross . He rescued it just before a train came along . We left Rushville after a rather longer stop for noon than we usually made . Nothing worthy of mention occurred during the afternoon , and that night we camped on the edge of another small town , called Hay Springs . `` I do n't know , '' said Jack , `` whether or not they really have springs here that flow with water and hay , or how it got its funny name . If there are that kind of springs , I think it 's a pity there ca n't be some of them in the Sand Hills . ''