should have gone on forever believing 
in his wondrous wit had I not turned 
and realised that he was standing in his 
own pasture lot. 
Seeking to console my dishevelled 
self as I got off, I murmured, “ Well, 
it was a sensation any way—an abso- 
lutely new one,” just as Nimrod gal- 
lopped up, and seeing I was all right, 
called out: 
“Hello, John Gilpin!” That is the 
way with men. 
My scattered belongings were gath- 
ered up by the rest of the party, and 
each as he arrived with the relic he had 
gathered, made haste to explain that his 
horse had no chance with my mount. 
I thanked the Agent for the Great 
Goer without much comment. (See 
advice to Woman-who-goes-hunting- 
with-her-husband.) But that is why, 
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miGOTTOEM ON ESOS 
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