the trail, but she had gathered her- 

 self together and jumped high enough 

 to have cleared a three-foot log. Be- 

 ing unprepared, I acquired a horrid 

 crick in the neck. Since then, how- 

 ever, she had passed other sticks 

 and paid no attention to them. I 

 decided a fly must have stung her and 

 made answer 



"She is a treasure, canters like 

 an automobile rocking-chair. Fast 

 walker, too, which is a comfort on 

 the march." 



The trail had arrived and at once 

 lost itself in a wide meadow, as 

 level and safe as a boulevard, not 

 even a badger hole in sight. So we 

 broke into a canter glorious motion, 

 the air, sparkling wine, when like a 

 rocket Kentuck jumped in the air and 

 stopped stock still, trembling, all 

 four feet together. I came down on 

 her neck, by some wonder did not 

 go over, and managed to work back 

 over the pommel into the saddle 

 again. 



" What on earth was that?" I in- 

 quired. Sally looked worried and 

 said I should be careful. 



"Of what?" I demanded, rather 



