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dead mare out of harness. Failing in this he 

 climbed up, stood astride with bent knees on 

 the waggon seat, and lifted the team up the 

 river bank to safety while the dead mare 

 dragged under the wheels. 



So varied are the styles in horsemanship that 

 nobody pretends to leadership, and every man 

 of real experience counts himself a student 

 rather than a master. Only the other day an 

 Instructor in Equitation showed me how to 

 trot a horse straight down a steep slope of 

 grass, explaining it was so good to supple the 

 animal's shoulders. Of course I always knew 

 I was a fool, but never before had I realized the 

 abysmal depths of my own ignorance. 



So far then as an old fool may be permitted, 

 I venture to submit some gossip on the average 

 range practice of a day's march in the wilder- 

 ness. The equipment for horse and man is 

 already dealt with, except in regard to packing, 

 a subject which would need a special volume. 



In Mounted Police regiments there is a rule 

 that no constable may travel alone on journeys 

 exceeding a day's march. It is a good rule, 

 because a chap may get hurt or be left afoot, 

 and so perish for lack of a helping hand. 



It is easy enough to warn a fellow not to 

 travel alone in wilderness, but quite impossible 



