Down North and Up Along 
We took Dan from the waggon ; and since we 
had forgotten to bring a halter we led him into 
the field and bribed him by a pile of oats and 
cut feed to stand still. He stood and ate the 
feed, the grass beneath it, and the earth beneath 
that, while we returned to the unequal contest 
with the fire and forgot all about him until a 
peculiar shuffling noise brought our heads out 
of the smoke and fastened our startled gaze 
upon him, not as we had left him, but upside- 
down, his new shoes sparkling to the sky and 
his harness writhing about him. 
He was without doubt the happiest horse in 
Cape Breton at that moment, but at our indig- 
nant approach he righted himself in haste and 
looked deprecatingly at us out of his large kind 
eyes. 
Dinner was forgotten in the puzzling occu- 
pation of getting him to rights, and he was 
bribed with another supply of feed to stand up. 
It was the middle of the afternoon before we 
sat down to our hard-earned meal, and all we 
succeeded in cooking after a long and bitter 
fight with our first camp fire was a pot of coffee. 
Still, it paid, as any gypsy will understand. 
Having attached Dan to the waggon with an 
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