CHAPTER VIII 



" Wild and wide are my borders, stern as death is my sway ; 

 From my ruthless throne I have ruled alone for a million 

 years and a day." 



September 2. Had a very comfortable night in 

 spite of the low temperature, as with our eiderdown 

 robes rolled around us on the snow were as warm 

 as one could wish. Everything was frozen solid 

 this morning, from our boots to the tea pail, but a 

 modest willow fire thawed out both of these neces- 

 sary items of equipment, and after breakfast we 

 brought the horses from a canyon, whither they had 

 sought shelter during the night, and saddled up for 

 a journey after the rams we had located late yester- 

 day afternoon. My horse, Bobby, has a white 

 nose, and this morning his muzzle was raw and sore 

 in a number of places, due to a combination of sun- 

 burn from the glare on the snow and a chapping 

 effect of the cold and wind, causing the muzzle to 

 crack open; only blond-faced horses are thus affected, 

 as the dark-muzzled animals never have these raw 

 sores. I gave Bobby's face a coating of vaseline, 

 which he seemed to appreciate, and we started 



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