glances and spends papa’s dollars at 
Newport. 
But this was no Beau Brummel day. 
There was work to do, and hard work, 
as I soon discovered. We had ridden 
perhaps a mile; my teeth were still 
chattering in the early morning cold 
(breaking ice on one’s bath water and 
blowing on one’s fingers to enable one 
to lace heavy boots may suit a cow- 
boy: I do not pretend to like it), when 
we began to notice a loud bellowing in 
the distance. Instantly my compan- 
ions spurred their horses and we went 
speeding over the Little Missoula bot- 
tom lands, around scrub willows and 
under low hanging branches of oak, 
one of which captured my hat, after 
breaking both of the hat pins, and 
nearly swept me from the saddle. 
On I rushed with the rest, hatless, 
sq Ze 
~ 
“OO TAMIA 
off 
SS 
Jae 
