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Just then he turned his horse, a beautiful black 

 colt, out from the road, rode up to the door of a 

 cottage some little distance off, exchanged a few 

 words with a couple of girls, turned, and passed 

 down the road before us on a rapid canter, and was 

 soon lost to our sight. 



It seemed hard to believe the evidence of our 

 senses ; but, after all, it was only another illustra- 

 tion of the acuteness acquired by the remaining 

 senses, when one or more are lost. 



I suggested to the driver that his horse must 

 know him, and be strongly attached to him. 



" Know him," he replied : " I guess he does ; that 

 hoss knows he's blind just as well as I do." 



And perhaps he did. 



Thankful and happy were we when just at dusk 

 we stepped from our " stage " upon the piazza of 

 the hotel, and were met by our Indian guide, whose 

 greeting was cordial and welcome : 



" Here at last, Tomah." 



In my first chapter I gave you two routes by 

 which you may reach Grand Lake : this is a third. 



Shun it. 



