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that lunch of raspberries, the very taste of which 

 are still fresh in my memory. 



"Say your prayers and come on, boys," said 

 Mackenzie. 



"Where is the trail?" I asked. 



"Got to make one. If Tim and I go ahead 

 with the burro, can't you take care of yourselves 

 and your ponies?" 



Mackenzie led the advance, followed by the 

 burro which Tim punched along. Lastly came 

 Ned and myself. It was a zigzag struggle up 

 the face of the cliff, which my bronco hugged 

 closely while I hugged him. Stones loosened by 

 the feet of the burro fifty feet above us, fell 

 dangerously near. At length a piece of rock 

 that must have weighed a hundred pounds 

 bounded directly over my head and thereafter, as 

 soon as a place was found where it was possible 

 for us to pass Tim and the burro, Ned and I took 

 new positions in the procession. My pony's 

 struggles were painful to see and I tried dis- 

 mounting and leading him. That I escaped with 

 torn trousers and a slightly bruised leg instead of 



