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Telluride, saw a riderless pony and concluded 

 that he had broken loose. After lively work he 

 cornered the pony in an alley and caught it. 

 The owner appeared just as the stranger was 

 tying the pony to a hitching-post. A crowd 

 gathered as the owner, laughing heartily, 

 dragged the stranger into a saloon. I leaped 

 off Cricket and went into the saloon after them. 

 To the astonishment of every one Cricket also 

 walked in. 



We left Telluride one sunny October morn- 

 ing with a sleeping-bag and a few supplies. I 

 had made plans to have a few days for the study 

 of forest conditions around Lizard Head and 

 Mt. Wilson. In the neighborhood of Ophir 

 Loop, the first night out, the moonlight on the 

 mountains was so enchanting that I rode on 

 until nearly morning. 



Cricket and I were chummy. The following 

 afternoon, while waiting for sunset over Trout 

 Lake, I lay down for a sleep on the grass in a 

 sun-filled opening surrounded by clumps of tall 

 spruces. Trusting Cricket to stay near, I threw 

 her bridle-rein over her head to the ground and 



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