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employers’ two best horses, while they 
stayed at home and did her work! Else 
why did this one fetch wood for her, 
that one peel the potatoes, another wash 
the dishes? And when she and the 
rest of us were seated at meals, and 
something was needed from the kitchen, 
why did the unlucky one nearest the 
door jump up and forage? Belle was 
never nearest the door. She sat at the 
middle of the long table, so that she 
could be handy to everything that was 
‘circulating.” But I refer this case to 
the author of those delightful papers on 
the “ Unquiet Sex,” and hark back to 
my story. 
That night the moon was full, and 
the coyotes made savage music around 
the lonely ranch house. First from the 
hill across the creek came a snappy 
wow-wow, yac-yac, and then a long 
