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ewan. They are grizzled, weather beaten, full of 

 quaint lies and mysterious quips and jests that 

 none but they understand. Some of them, like 

 Dudgeon, are college boys earning a few dollars 

 in vacation, and looked upon with awe by their 

 elders. I asked one of the old timers if it were not 

 a fact that most of the drivers were college men. 

 ''Well," he said, ''I don't know much about this 

 college business — never seen one in my life. You 

 see I was raised down hyur at Jackson's Hole and 

 they ain't much on college down there." He 

 ruminated his tobacco, spat reflectively. ''I 

 believe, though, I hearn tell that the feller that 

 drives 66 graduated from the Keeley Institute, 

 wherever that is. I reckon it's some kind of a 

 college." 



The bubble reputation. Here is a reformed 

 drunkard, looked up to as a superior being, because 

 he graduated from an "institute." 



The morning we left Old Faithful it was rainy. 

 One of those soggy, sodden, drippy days that 

 should, by rights, have put us all to the bad. But 

 it didn't. There was too much to talk about, too 



