Trail and Camp-Fire 



did not relish this arrangement, and soon be- 

 came restless, so that Cherry finally decided 

 to take them to the outskirts of town, and 

 make camp, where we were to follow him 

 later. We were just beginning to luxuriate in 

 the comfort and warmth of the hotel, when we 

 were startled by a series of piercing yells and 

 curses almost outside the door, and, recogniz- 

 ing Cherry's voice, we rushed out, vaulted 

 into our saddles, and drove our horses pell- 

 mell around the corner. The sight that met 

 our eyes was sufficiently exciting to cause all 

 of us to hurry to the rescue. Our pack horses 

 were bucking about in every direction ; some 

 running away ; some tangled up in the wire 

 fences, and in danger of serious injury ; and 

 some on the ground, thrown by their loosened 

 lash ropes. Cherry was afoot, the bridle of 

 his horse in one hand and his six-shooter in 

 the other. The cause of all this commotion 

 was a trolley car, which had suddenly burst 

 around the corner with the usual clanging of 

 the bell and pyrotechnic emission of sparks. 

 When we arrived on the scene, Cherry had 

 the motorman covered with his revolver, and 

 was bawling to him at the top of his voice to 

 "take his wagon into another street." This 



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