mended with buckskin or wire and 

 thrown on irrespective of fit. Lucky 

 the cayuse who happens to be the 

 right size for his harness. 



And the driver! No cream box 

 coat for him provident the one who 

 owns a slicker and a coat of weather 

 green (the same being the result of sun 

 and rain on any given color). And the 

 people in the stage hoist no white and 

 red silk parasols. They are there be- 

 cause they are " going somewhere." My 

 multi-murderous cook taught me the 

 distinction between "just travellin' " and 

 " going somewhere." 



As for the roads oh, those Rocky 

 Mountain roads ! They make coaching 

 quite a different thing from that on the 

 smooth boulevards around New York. 

 I have twice made seventy-five miles in 

 twelve hours, by having four relays, but 



