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it was no joke running in long rubber boots and carrying a 

 o-uii and collecting boxes. After running half a mile I was 

 played out, and began to think matters were getting serious. 

 ] did not like the prospect of having to walk seven miles back 

 to Moosejaw, and then I was afraid the horse would get lost 

 and fall into the hands of Indians. I also knew he had to 

 cross some deep valleys in the direction he was going, and 1 

 was afraid he might up:s:'t the buggy and take fright, or he 

 might wander until he came to the railway track, and a vivid 

 idea of a railway accident resulting, crossed my mind, but I 

 could run no farther, and so had to content myself with walk- 

 ing, and the horse and buggy w^ere now nearly two miles 

 away ; he was going westward to\vards an elevated ridge of 

 the prairie, and Moosejaw lay Jx> the south-west. I knew if he 

 got over the top of that ridge of prairie he would fall into the 

 hands of Indians, and I should probably never see him again. 

 The Indians would take care of him after that. I began to 

 despair, and wondered what was the value of the horse and 

 buggy, and what I should say to the owner when I got back 

 to Moosejaw. On reaching the foot of the ridge the horse did 

 not ascend, but turned southward and began to walk along the 

 foot of it. So I gained courage and began to run again : the 

 ridge was a half circle in shape, so I took a short cut across 

 the prairie, in the direction the horse was heading for, and in 

 twenty minutes I nearly got up to him, when he saw me com- 

 ing, and the rascal set off running again. Some distance a.way 

 was an old, empty barn, and the horse ran to this place and 

 then came to a halt. I ran along, keeping the barn between 

 the horse and myself so that he could not see me coming, and 

 in getting up to the barn, I ran out from behind and seized 

 him by the rein.' Looking into the buggy, I saw my birds 

 had gone, they had got shaken out, many of the eggs I found 

 broken, and some missing altogether. You can judge how 

 disappointed I was. I got into the buggy and drove back two 

 miles in the hopes of finding the birds laid on the prairie, but 

 I did not find a single specimen, so I returned to Moosejaw 

 and consoled myself w r ith the thoughts that matters might have 



