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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 
| “ soing somewhere.” 
As for the roads — oh, those Rocky ee he 
Mountain roads! They make coaching if 
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 es 
AOOMAMTZMA, ZHZOK 
