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to remount, and neither of us had any desire to 

 explore boggy lands after that. 



On our morning round, Canello and I attended 

 strictly to business, — he to grazing, I to observing; 

 but on our afternoon rides I, at least, felt that we 

 might pay a little more heed to the beauties of the 

 valley and the joys of horsebacking. Sometimes 

 we would be overtaken by the night fog. One 

 moment the mustard would be all aglow with sun- 

 shine ; at the next, a sullen bank of gray fog 

 would have risen over the mountain, obscuring the 

 sun which had warmed us and lighted the mus- 

 tard ; and in a few moments it would be so cold 

 and damp that I would urge Canello into a lope 

 to warm our blood as we hurried home. 



