tail, drooped her left ear rakishly, and 

 returned to business. Daisy is the 

 morale of the pack-train. She knows 

 just how many pounds she should 

 carry without bucking off her pack, 

 she can calculate to the fraction of an 

 inch whether or not the space be- 

 tween two trees will allow her pack, 

 which projects far beyond her sides, 

 to pass. She knows when on the 

 march that she has to attend to 

 business. She has a genius for pick- 

 ing out the best trail, avoiding bogs, 

 logs, wasps' nests and overhanging 

 branches. She has been known to 

 grope her way across a bog on a sunk- 

 en, invisible log. She will allow no one 

 in front of her but a man on horse- 

 back or Billy, a rather stupid horse 

 for whom she has an attachment. She 

 carries the bottles and breakables, 

 and being a quick walker keeps Billy 

 up to his work; in any other part of 

 the line he lags badly, is very lazy 

 and much given to side nibbling. 

 Charcoal, a black horse, has de- 

 veloped this trait into an art. He 

 chooses the middle of the train, that 

 being usually farthest from human 

 interference, and no matter how 



