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Show So she suffered thirst, hunger and terror until he shot her. The struggle for survival made us more cruel at times than our real natures were. Running short of cash, two bachelors on adjoining homesteads joined forces to go trapping in fresh territory. Father "grub-staked" them from our grocery shelves. They fitted a wagon with bunks and a stove, an outfit modelled after a sheepwagon, old-fashioned kind of "camper." Behind a team of horses they drove deep into the hills west of the Escalante, established their camp and set their traps. Afterward one of the pair told an incident of their life back of Blue Mountain. His partner, a bulky man slow of mind and speech, wearied of beans and bacon. He longed for fresh beef. Why not butcher one of the plump young mares of the wild horse bands grazing about them? He'd heard this was common among the meat-hungry in the back-country. "Why, I wouldn't think of it!" the other declared. "A horse -he's man's best friend. He's about the next thing to being a human. Eating a horse would be about the same as turning cannibal." But the other persisted. He shot a young mare and carved choice steaks out of her. All during the process his friend reproached him for his un-Christian attitude, his lust to eat a loyal, faithful friend, affectionate companion, helper of man. The partner bore down this way even during the frying of the steak on the camp stove. Later, he confessed his resolution wavered as the savor of the good fresh meat rose from the pan. But he managed to hold himself aloof. Finally the thick, juicy steak had been browned to a turn. The cook stood glaring at the beef. Scowling he hesitated. Then his |