OH, SHOOT! 



and stole noisily across to the main table-land. 

 Anyone who has ever herded a pack train of 

 wild horses will know why we did not steal 

 silently. 



Here again we resumed our daily grind 

 of pleasure until our saddle galls, brush 

 cuts, stone bruises, and miscellaneous injuries 

 clothed us like a garment. Such portions of 

 us as were without pain caused us serious 

 apprehension. 



Then, one morning, we became separated 

 from Ambrose and the dogs. It was a warm, 

 sunshiny morning. After we had whispered 

 his name several times and after he had failed 

 to answer, we decided we were lost. We were 

 intensely cheered by this discovery, and we 

 fell out of our saddles, stretched out on the 

 pine needles, and proceeded to catch up on a 

 lot of sleep which was coming to us. We slept 

 for a long time, but at last we were awakened 

 by distant shouting, which we recognized as 

 issuing from Ambrose. Reluctantly we 

 mounted and rode in the direction of his voice. 

 Ambrose spied us at a distance and was seized 

 with convulsions. He waved his arms; he 

 leaped and he bounded; he gave utterance to 

 hoarse sounds of pain and of fury. 



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