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a raw-ribbed buckskin horse? that was
lying by the side of its pawing mate, in
front of a load of wood. Tim jerked
the club out of the fellow's hand and
swore at him with terrible energy. He
sent the club hurtling to the bottom of
the canon and threatened to kick the
man after it. In a moment or so, the
horse stood up of its own accord and
shook the mud and snow from its sides,
like a shaggy dog; and we drove on.
Tim said we had to gain twenty-four
hundred feet in height in the next two
miles; and as the snow made it slippery
pulling up the trail, he and I walked be
hind the buck-board while the mules
climbed and the wheels creaked softly
through the snow whk'h was frequently
up to the hubs.
We toiled slowly up the mountain side
over two small hills and saw a third white
crest towering above us.
"That suroly is the top of the range,"
I said. Tim looked at me and sniffed.
The prickly bristles on his upper lip
puckered scornfully as he laughed.
",Young toiler, by the time you've chased
the Chief of Party over six hog-backs like
these every morning before sunrise for
six months, yon won't ask whether that's
tlie last hill. You'll just keep aalimbing
ari,d say nothing."
We climbed three or four more hills
that wore mountains to mo. Snow com
menced to fall and soon there was an
inch on the mules' backs; and as they
were sweating, the steam rose slowly.
Tim was like a live snow man and the
snow fell like clouds of feathers. ' I was
wot with perspiration and puffing along
with no knowledge of my whereabouts.
It seemed as though we wore wandering
aimlessly around in a groat snow world.
Just when I was planning to lie down
in the snow, wo stopped in front of a
dingy white tout, half snowed in.
Tim said it was the office-tent; so I
went in and reported to Mr. Wellington,
a large, big whiskered man who was ar
guing with his little red-nosed transitman
over a location problem.
The cook's gong rang and wo waded
through the new snow to the cook tout
where some fifteen men were eating and
making music with knives and forks on
tin plates.
Wo were all ravenous aud were not
long in finishing the hot corn-broad and
gravy, the fresh cut beef-steak and black
coffee.
The cook was swearing softly half un
der his breath because a lamp was smok
ing and blackening the canvas.
Soon the rattle of the tin plates ceased.
The men left the table by ones and twos.
Four inches of snow had fallen since Tim
and I had reached camp. Tim said I
was to be his Imnkey- so we rolled our
blankets down on a pile of pine boughs
in a ten by fourteen foot tent. The last
that I remembered, Tim was pulling the
tarpaulin over my side of our bed and
grumbling about my freezing before
morning; but his voice sounded. a mile
away. J. A. Sakoent.
IS.'JOO street. ,Tas. Kolbach custom
shoe shop.
Margaret McGinley has been called
homo by the serious illness of her father.
See the nobby suits that tho Bwing
Clothing Co. are 'showing this week.
The English club will meet at the Phi
Psi chapter house next Saturday evening.
All tho new novelties in Easter neck
wear just arrived at the ICwing Clothing
Company.
The ethics of tho ethics class has been
seriously questioned lately. The soiwo
of the questioning is the librarian.
For high polish or domestic work, try
The Best Laundry. We do not bw
collars, they are turned by hand. '2L4J
0 Street. Phone 579.
