saddle had alarmed the rest of the 

 party. 



My snake was dead now, so I put 

 one foot on him to take his scalp — his 

 rattles, I mean — when horrid thrills 

 coursed through me. The uncanny 

 thing began to wriggle and rattle with 

 old-time vigour. I do not like to think 

 of that simian inheritance. But, forti- 

 fied by Nimrod's assurance that it was 

 ' purely reflex neuro-ganglionic move- 

 ment,' I hardened my heart and cap- 

 tured his ' pod of dry peas.' 



Oh, about the wolf hunt I That was 

 all, just heat and rattlesnakes. 



The hounds could not run; one died 

 from sunstroke while chasing a jack 

 rabbit. No one lifted a finger if it 

 could be avoided. All the world was 

 an oven, and after three days we gave 

 up the chase, and leaving Mountain 



