on the rocks ahead and from plunging 

 over the bank as you turn a sharp 

 curve on a steep down grade ? If you 

 have, then you know the nature of my 

 first lesson in four-in-hand driving. | 



We got to the bottom at dusk. I 

 was too tired to speak. Every muscle 

 set up a separate complaint and I had 

 had nothing to eat since morning, as 

 we had expected to make camp by 

 noon. The world seemed indeed a very 

 drab place. We found the hunters 

 careering around searching for us. They 

 thought they had missed us as they 

 had done the bear. 



I have driven, and been driven, hun- 

 dreds of miles since, but there never 

 was a ride like those twelve, cruel, 

 mocking, pitiless miles over Granite 

 Mountain, when necessity taught me a 

 very pretty trick, which, however, I 



