no 



tuck, Kentuck looking as innocent 

 as a basket of figs in which the viper 

 rests. No more with us, at least, 

 would she toil or bear a burden. 



"Thus is vice rewarded," com- 

 mented Sally when a few moments 

 later, at camp, my saddle dropped 

 from the mare and she was free to 

 roam the mountains, to seek her 

 favourite food, thrive on the lux- 

 uriant grass and drink from the 

 clearest streams. I sank back into 

 the pine needles, a sweet sense of 

 ease after exertion. Thrice welcome 

 rest the reward of a difficult day, and 

 lavishly did nature send her minions 

 to attend the fragrance of dead 

 pine, the fillip of ozone, and the 

 caressing voices of breeze-blown 

 leaves. 



Too soon the bustle of making 

 camp assailed, and determined not to 

 show the white feather, I too, be- 

 came one of the camp scene. All 

 were busy. Nimrod, in haste to pro- 

 vide me with comfort, was starting 

 the fire. The Tevi were puzzling over 

 the raising of a tent, the guides were 

 unloading tired animals as swiftly 

 as possible, sweated blankets were 



