should have gone on forever believing 

 in his wondrous wit had I not turned 

 and realised that he was standing in his 

 own pasture lot. 



Seeking to console my dishevelled 

 self as I got off, I murmured, " Well, 

 it was a sensation any way — an abso- 

 lutely new one," just as Nimrod gal- 

 lopped up, and seeing I was all right, 

 called out : 



" Hello, John Gilpin ! " That is the 

 way with men. 



My scattered belongings were gath- 

 ered up by the rest of the party, and 

 each as he arrived with the relic he had 

 gathered, made haste to explain that his 

 horse had no chance with my mount. 



I thanked the Agent for the Great 

 Goer without much comment. (See 

 advice to Woman-who-goes-hunting- 

 with-her-husband.) But that is why. 



