OH, SHOOT! 



the river, they helped us to repack and re- 

 saddle the horses we had brought, together with 

 some others which Uncle Jim had sent by them. 

 They bore us the glad tidings that the trail up 

 was a "heller," and that Shinumo Creek, along 

 which it led for a way, was so high that, in com- 

 ing down, their horses had been swept away 

 and they had lost most of their grub. 



But interest did not wait until we arrived 

 at the Shinumo. En route thereto, over a 

 bold and frowning ridge which separated us 

 from that brawling stream, one of our pack 

 horses was seized with a bilious attack of 

 vertigo and made a scene. He it was upon 

 whose back we had lashed our moving-picture 

 camera, all of the cigars, cigarettes, plug and 

 pipe tobacco, cigarette papers, pipe cleaners, 

 and the like, and he it was who occupied the 

 place of honor in our caravan. The trail was 

 a sick affair at best. It writhed in agony; it 

 zigged painfully upward for a short distance, 

 then changed its mind and zagged back again. 

 This it repeated over and over. 



When the camera horse had selected a place 

 too steep and too narrow for us to turn around 

 in, he let go, flung himself into our arms, say- 

 ing, "Take me as I am! " 



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