Yippe ti-yi-yo little dogies that's the song the cowpokes croon KathiAppelt gently calls forth the sounds and images of the prairie in this lyricalevocation of nighttime on the range. From the whippoorwill call to thecoyote's yip yip yaroo, every young cowpoke from San Antone toManhattan will want to call this prairie home. Barry Root illustrates with awarmth that begins with the sun's last slide down the mountainside andradiates through every page.