224 THE horse's rescue. 



How much will it cost me for running the gate, if I do 

 not pay you the dollar?" 



"Twenty-five dollars." 



"I think I will not give you anymore money. I 

 shall be back over this road in a few weeks. Then I 

 shall want to drive on a trot. If you do not have this 

 rubbish cleared out of the road I will have the stock- 

 holders arrested for obstructing the highway. It is 

 dangerous as it is." 



After feeding and taking a rest v/e moved on, the 

 mare growing lamer all the, time. After standing, it 

 hurt her badly to start. We went three miles farther. 

 Here was a hotel kept by a fat, red-faced, burly-look- 

 ing fellow. We were tired. Beach says : 



*' If I had a drink of good whisky I would like it." 



This was the first time we had called for anything 



of the kind. 



Said Beach: "Cap, have you got some good 



whisky ?" 



"Yes sir: I have." He slammed a decanter down 

 hard enough to break a common glass bottle all to 

 pieces. " There is some that does not stink of tur- 

 pentine." 



We turned out a little and smelt of it. Turpentine 

 was all it did stink of. We smelled light of that and 

 moved on. After traveling many miles, stopping 

 often to let the horses rest and stop the yelling caused 

 by rosin, we came to the foot of Addison Hill. This 

 is" a Icno- heavy hill. It is about three miles from 

 base to summit. 



"Beach," I remarked, "this is a settler; it is so 

 hot. The road winds through the woods; not a 



