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beaten into movement. Then he would turn half 

 round, and try to get back to where he had come 

 from. Once he put his head between his knees and 

 turned an almost complete summersault into the ditch 

 at the side of the track. We both thought he had 

 broken his neck, until Calaby managed to pull one of 

 his legs from under him, and straightened him out 

 a little. Thus the game went on, it costing us 

 half an hour's solid hard work to get the bull safely 

 over that dangerous half-mile. Calaby eventually 

 found that the most effective way to induce the animal 

 to go forward was to twist his tail. So, there he was, 

 Calaby one hand hanging on to the chain, the other 

 twisting the root of the prodigal's tail, while I held 

 on to the rope, my aim being chiefly to prevent the 

 bull from running back. 



At length we came to the trail leading up to the 

 lumber camp, where I had seen the team of horses. I 

 cannot say how thankful I was to have escaped an 

 encounter with a train. 



The climb from the railway into the woods was an 

 ascent into regions of greater difTiculty. The trail 

 was narrow, and in places not very well defined. 

 Everywhere it was bordered by trees, scrub, and 

 fallen logs. The bull would not go straight. Fre- 

 quently he tried to tie himself and us into a knot 

 round a tree or a bush. At length, however, we 

 reached ground that was more familiar to him, and he 

 put on dignity, as more suitable to a triumphant 

 return to the domestic circle. The muscles of my 

 arms were a long time in recovering tone and 

 elasticity, and to this day Calaby has not forgotten 

 that morning's work. 



