a little wider, a little worse. We crossed 

 it. I made no comments. 



At the third stream the horses re- 

 belled. There are many things four 

 horses can do on the edge of a wicked 

 looking river to make it uncomfortable, 

 but at last they had to go in, plunging 

 madly, and dragging the wagon into 

 the stream nearly broadside, which 

 made at least one in the party consider 

 the frailty of human contrivances when 

 matched against a raging flood. 



Soon there was another stream. I 

 shall not describe it. When we eventu- 

 ally got through it, the driver stopped 

 his horses to rest, wiped his brow, went 

 around the wagon and pulled a few 

 ropes tighter, cut a willow stick and 

 mended his broken whip, gave a hitch 

 to his trousers, and remarked as he 

 started the horses : 



"Now, when we get through the 



