( too saw the awful thing that was 

 descending upon us. I jerked back, 

 but a near sapling, released by the 

 fall of the parent tree, was also corn- 

 ing down. We were between the 

 two. 



Not having a woodman's eye I 

 did not know how they were going 

 to fall did not know which way to 

 move. " When you don't know what 

 to do, don't do it" is a mountain 

 adage. I clinched my teeth and 

 waited. There were shouts, but 

 meaningless to me, although I caught 

 a glimpse of a man's pale face. One 

 instant of suspense and the big tree 

 crashed in front of Katy's nose. She 

 started back in terror right in front 

 of the falling sapling. I lashed her 

 forward just in time to escape, and 

 it came shivering down on Katy's 

 rump, nearly bringing her to the 

 ground. She recovered at once, and 

 wildly started to run. 



As it was impossible to run in 

 those ruins and Katy was a moun- 

 tain pony and knew it, she did the 

 best she could with a series of jumps 

 in the down timber, the repetition 

 of which I can very well do without. 



