170 A BROTH OF A BOH-HOY. 



you won't go without my permission, and that you 

 won't have." " Reckon I shall," asserted the fellow, 

 " so guess I'll go on into town and get my fixings." 

 " You can do as you like about that," I replied, " but as 

 I don't like your method of speech, and as I intend to 

 be master and have none but men with me, I guess 

 you're not the sort of fellow I want." " Guess some 

 how I'll get my fixings," rejoined the Boh-hoy ; " go 

 ahead, coachman," and off he drove. 



On the following morning, before we started, this fel 

 low returned and made his application again, saying 

 " he had got his fixings ! " but I told him, as I had told 

 him before, that he should not go, and I left him behind. 



Eight men having been procured, besides Mr Canter- 

 all, or the fellow called a guide, we left Kansas city on 

 Sunday, at ten o'clock of the morning of the 26th of 

 September, and then for the first few miles I learnt what 

 it was to travel on bad roads, and what places it was 

 possible for American waggons and mules to get through.: 

 We stopped at a little village to get a few more things 

 which my useless guide had forgotten ; and shortly after 

 the plains began to assume their native naked grandeur, 

 and to afford me some insight into the face of the land I 

 should soon have to gallop over, my first exclamation to 

 myself being, " Oh ! what a country for an English 

 pack of foxhounds and a thorough-bred horse ! " A 

 gigantic Leicestershire lay before me, without a thing to 

 stop horse or hound but pace or the death of the hunted 

 animal ! 



