324 OCEAy TO OCEAN ON HORSEBAC^ 



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32 Portage Street^ 

 Kalamazoo, Michigan, 

 August Eighteenth. 



At nine o'clock I was once more on PauVs hack 

 possessed of a stronger sense of satisfaction than had 

 heen mine for many days. The truth is, I had missed 

 my four-legged companion sorely. Reached Augusta 

 at noon. I had a good old-fashioned dinner, and the 

 horse something that was quite satisfactory, and at 

 four o'clock we started on again for Kalamazoo. Soon 

 after I left the village a thunder-shower came up, but 

 there was a convenient tree at hand and we were not 

 slow in reaching it. Thinking that all was well I 

 again put spur to Paid and we started forward, this 

 time coming in sight of the little village of Comstock, 

 three miles east of Kalamazoo, before our progress 

 was interrupted. Off in the distance the warning 

 whistle of an approaching train broke in upon the 

 stillness; the familiar rumble of wheels followed, 

 and in a moment more, as it was rushing by, Paul 

 made a leap of forty feet over the embankment. 

 He was good enough to leave me and the saddle be- 

 hind. It was a narrow escape and I was severely 

 stunned, but was soon up again getting my bear- 

 ings. I found my horse standing in the stream 

 stripped of everything except the bridle, and, with the 

 exception of a slight trace of nervousness in him, look- 

 ing as though nothing unusual had occurred. We 

 reached Kalamazoo a little later^ and there I wrote to 

 Mr. Bulk ley as follows: 



