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Taymouth, Sylph, and my pony Charley, all of whom 

 knew me so well, the rubbing of their heads against my 

 arm, and their little suppressed neighings, informed me 

 that they were very hungry. " When were my horses 

 fed ? " I asked one of the ostler Boh-hoys. " Guess just 

 now," was the reply. " That is odd," I rejoined, " for 

 there is not a grain of corn in any of their mangers. 

 What's the reason you do not let them have some 

 hay to pick at?" " Reckon they won't eat it; 'tarnt 

 used to it coming so slick off the plains." " I don't 

 believe you have tried them," I replied, striding up to a 

 quantity of dried switches called hay, and carrying a lot 

 of it to Taymouth, who commenced eating it ravenously. 

 " Now, then, young fellows, look alive, and just take the 

 trouble to give my mules and horses the chance of 

 getting used to your fodder, for it is my belief you have 

 not done so yet ; and if you don't pay more attention, 

 I will report you all to your master, and if he don't 

 make you attend to your duties, I will just make a 

 clearance, and that in ten minutes, off your premises." 

 This had the effect of filling all the racks with hay. The 

 day for paying off my men having arrived, I soon got 

 through this duty. The tongues of the fellows now 

 becoming loosened, I quickly discovered what a thief 

 Canterall had been ; a dishonest as well as useless 

 servant. 



One morning before I had arisen from my bed I heard 

 a gentle knock at my room-door, when on saying " Come 

 in," "my immense satisfaction and delight maybe more 

 easily imagined than narrated when the^unexpected but 

 mueh-wished-for apparition of my friend Mr R. Campbell, 

 of St Louis, appeared, and acquainted me that he should 

 stay in St Joseph for a day or two, on his way to Kansas 



