to a thing, I did on that four-in-hand. 

 There was no place for mistakes. There 

 was no place for anything but the right 

 thing, and do it I must or run the risk 

 of breaking my very dusty, very brown, 

 but none the less precious neck. 



A sharp turn in a steep road with 

 rocks a foot high disputing the right 

 of way with the wheels, a heavy load, 

 horses that do not want to pull, and a 

 green driver that was the situation. 

 If it does not appeal to you as one ot 

 the horribles in life, try it once. 



"Run your leaders farther up the 

 bank left, left ! Get up, Milo ! Frank, 

 get out of that! Now sharp to the 

 right. Whoa! Steady! Left left, I 

 say ! Milo, -whoa ! Now to the right, 

 quick ! Let 'em on the bank more. 

 Nellie, easy -whoa ! Steady, George ! " 

 Crack went the whip on the leaders. 



