the blackness, and Nimrod returned 

 with a man and a fresh horse. The man 

 was no other than the owner of the 

 house for which we were searching, and 

 in ten minutes I was drying myself by 

 his fireplace, while his hastily aroused 

 wife was preparing a midnight supper 

 for us. 



To this day, I am sure that driver's 

 worst nightmare is when he lives over 

 again the time when he took a tender- 

 foot and his wife into Jackson's Hole, 

 and, but for the tenderfoot, would have 

 made them stay out overnight, wet, 

 famished, frozen, within a stone's throw 

 of the very house for which they were 

 looking. 



