ALONG FOUR-FOOTED TRAILS 



a generous supply of hay, buffalo robes and 

 blankets were piled. On this rode the young 

 people from the trading-post who had assembled 

 for the much discussed sleigh ride. They were 

 then comfortably tucked in this luxurious if not 

 ornamental conveyance with Governor and the 

 steer hooked on to carry them over the white- 

 robed prairie. The moon and stars were shin- 

 ing brightly from an azure sky. At last the 

 jolly party laughing and shouting amid the tink- 

 ling of two cowbells about the necks of Governor 

 and the steer, started upon that memorable moon- 

 light ride. For some time the animals moved 

 along in a dog trot fashion while the driver plied 

 his whip with "haw" or "gee" as occasion de- 

 manded. No matter how he whipped and urged 

 them with his shouts ; they went right on at the 

 same pace until they passed a neighbor's dugout 

 and aroused his dogs. These animals ran after 

 the strange looking sled, barking and growling 

 at Governor and the steer who took fright and 

 ran away at full speed. They soon got entirely 

 out of the control of the driver. On and on 

 they ran, the great cowbells ringing, the driver 

 shouting and the now thoroughly frightened 

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