me gave a great leap over a burning 

 tree that had just fallen. I was 

 riding Katy that day. She snorted, 

 as well she might, when she saw the 

 three foot log with dancing flames 

 its entire length barring the way. 



How were we going to get over 

 that thing that seemed alive with 

 wicked tongues darting, ready to 

 devour? There was no time to be 

 lost, and Katy took a high jump to 

 avoid the flames, which, however, 

 must have singed her, for she gave 

 a double jump and a short run upon 

 landing which was decidedly discon- 

 certing. But I had not much time 

 to think. There was a shout ahead, 

 a stampede of pack-animals, and 

 another burning tree crashed across 

 my path. Falling trees were the 

 greatest danger; at any time one of 

 us might be felled to the earth. 

 Katy and I took that tree at a trot, 

 and another beyond. It was no 

 place to linger; the air was electric. 



Weirdly strange, yet not strange. 

 Where had I been through all this 

 before? It assailed my senses and 

 my memory. How familiar it seemed 

 the wonderful ringing Wagner 



