weaker one is, the more stubbornly bi- 

 cycles behave. Every one knows that. 

 And they are so narrow minded. They 

 needs must stick to the travelled road, 

 and they behave viciously when they 

 get in a rut. Imagine hunting ante- 

 lope across sage-brush country on a 

 bicycle ! I know a surveyor who tried 

 it once. They brought him home with 

 sixteen broken bones and really quite 

 a few pieces of the wheel, improved to 

 Rococo. Bah ! Away with it and its 

 limitations, and those of its big brother, 

 the automobile ! Sing me no death 

 knell of the horse companion. 



At last, with the assistance of trail 

 and muscle, the five miles were cov- 

 ered, and we came to a dip in the earth 

 which some bygone torrent had hol- 

 lowed out, and so given a chance for a 

 little moisture to be retained to feed 



