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was some minutes before he could recover 

 his senses sufficiently to go after the horse. 



The water was cold, and my teeth were 

 chattering when I climbed out across the 



stream, where the buckboard was. S 



insisted on my riding, but I had had enough 

 riding for one day, and intended to walk 

 home, to avoid catching cold. 



I told him to drive ahead and to have 

 something warm for me on my arrival. He 

 did have something warm; but he also had 

 his wife and daughters, and every man on 

 the ranch, ready to receive me. He had 

 evidently not gotten over his laughing fit, 

 either. The road was covered, several 

 inches deep, with fine red dust, peculiar to 

 some of the mountain roads in California. 

 This dust had stuck all over my clothes, 

 and I was a hard-looking object. The 



bearskin was still in its original position, 

 on my back, so well had it been fastened. 



After a bath, a change of clothing and a 

 good supper, I felt none the worse for my 

 hard trip and my duckina:. 



My friend said he would willingly have 

 given $25 for an instantaneous photograph 

 of my flight through the air, just before 

 making that awful hole in the water. 

 Whenever we meet now, he has something 

 to say about " Washington crossing the 

 Delaware not being in it with Cooley 

 crossing the Trinity," or some such cheer- 

 ful allusion to my mishap. Then he goes 

 off into one of his laughing fits. He has 

 not always had the laugh on me, though, 

 and I may sometime tell about a trip when, 

 as the Frenchman put it, " the leg was in 

 the other boot." 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY WILLIAM ALi.rn. 



A FEW MINUTES' REST. 

 Awarded Twenty-fifth Prize in Recreation's Second Annual Photo Competition. 



I wish Recreation came every week. I 

 like the way you roast the game hogs, and 

 am sorry to say there are a few in this part 

 of the Adirondacks. 



Floyd Vedder, Dolgeville, N. Y. 



