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to the mine, but concluded to go to the trail about 

 a mile below it, and there intercept the first return 

 horse that came down. Just before I reached the 

 trail, I heard a horse coming. 



As this trail was constantly used, the snow was 

 packed down, while the untrampled snow on each 

 side of it lay from two to four feet deep. Seeing 

 that this pony was going to get past before I 

 could reach the trail, I stopped, took a breath, 

 and called out to it. When I said, " Hello, pony," 

 the pony did not hello. Instead of slackening its 

 pace, it seemed to increase it. Knowing that this 

 trail was one that Midget had often to cover, I 

 concluded as a forlorn hope to call her name, 

 thinking that the pony might be Midget. So I 

 called out, " Hello, Midget ! " The pony at once 

 stopped, looked all around, and gave a delighted 

 little whinny. It was Midget ! The instant she 

 saw me, she tried to climb up out of the trail 

 into the deep snow where I was, but I hastened 

 to prevent her. Leaping down by her side, I put 

 my arm around her neck, and told her that I was 

 very glad to see her, and that I wanted to ride 



to Alma. Her nose found its way into my coat- 



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