NEW EXPERIENCES 



Monday the twenty-eighths 



"Dot vas your horse, Jim," spoke Fred's voice to the artist, 

 as, over the post-breakfast smoke, the camp dwellers gathered 

 to inspect the saddle and pack animals brought in the evening 

 before, and to have apportioned their respective mounts. 



The artist gazed upon an undersized, mild-eyed, black Indian 

 pony, that grazed unconcernedly near a tall large-boned, blazed 

 faced weight-carrier, rather suggesting a cavalry horse in aspect^ 

 that obviously was destined for Bill. 



"He seems gentle enough," commented the artist. 



"Sure," assured Fred. "He vas a children's horse. Dot's 

 vy I gets him for you. You vas so busy looking at efery dings 

 van you rides, you don'd haf no time to break no buck-jumper." 



Still the artist was not satisfied. He somehow felt it an. 

 aspersion on his equita- 

 tory abilities, though he 

 had not claimed to be 

 a horseman — that he 

 should be mounted upon 

 the smallest bit of horse- 

 flesh in the bunch. 



" Isn't he a bit 

 small?" he queried. 



"Veil, if you spills 

 off, you don'd haf so far 

 to fall; und ven you do, 

 der liddle horse, he stops 

 und vaits for you to 

 get on again." 



Fred's argument 

 appeared unanswerable. 

 Art drew a sedate judi- 

 cial animal, of leisurely 

 air and meditative 

 habits, belonging to Jay, "Saddle up" 



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