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RECREATION. 



don't believe he knew how to buck, 

 but he had one peculiarity; he seemed 

 to have bad dreams at night. Every 

 few minutes, during the first 3 or 4 

 miles out from camp, he would seem to 

 imagine that some beast was springing at 

 him from behind, and he would make a 

 desperate leap to get away from it. At 

 first he came near going out from under 

 me, but I remembered his trick from that 

 on, and was always careful to keep a good 

 seat in the saddle. Surefoot must have 

 killed some Indian in his younger days, 

 who probably had beaten or abused him in 

 some way, and possibly the ghost of the 

 red man came back and haunted the old 

 horse. Whether this was so or not, there 

 was something on his mind, and it affected 

 him mostly at night. 



Naturally, I became warmly attached to 

 the dear old beast, and one of the most 

 trying experiences of my life was parting 



with him when I came away. I would have 

 brought him home, if I could have done so 

 reasonably, but I knew he would not shine 

 among the fine haired horses of the East. 

 I got stuck on another cayuse years ago, 

 and brought him all the way from Spokane 

 to Chicago, where I lived at the time. He 

 had carried me over hundreds of miles of 

 mountain trails, and through all kinds of 

 difficulties ; but he could not sabe the city 

 streets. I lent him to a friend to ride one 

 day, and the poor little cayuse slipped on 

 a street car rail, broke his fetlock joint, 

 and we had to kill him. That is why I did 

 not think it best to negotiate for permission 

 to bring Surefoot to New York. How- 

 ever, I made Brewster promise me, with 

 his hand on his heart, that he would never 

 allow Surefoot to carry a pack, and that 

 he would kill any man at sight who might 

 ever undertake to abuse the horse in any 

 way. 



Cheerful Widow — Why so dismal? 



Future Husband — I am afraid our wed- 

 ding trip will take all the cash I have 

 saved. 



Cheerful Widow — What of it? A wed- 

 ding trip only happens once in 5 or 6 years. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY J. P. HAMBLY. 



THE BLUE HERON IN HIS FAVORITE HAUNT. 



Winner of 33rd Prize in Recreation's 8th Annual Photo Competition. 



