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Show 312 TALES OF THE COLORADO PIONEERS. shust lay for him in de grass, und ven he vas near enough I grails up un snatches at de bridle; but tarn him, he kicked me in de side, un schampered away; de next dime, I tought, I fetch you now; so I shust sneaked up behind, un ven he vasn't expectin it, I grabbed him by de tail, but dat vas vorse as de odder vay, for he let both his heels fly at my head. I tink de brim of my hat safed my life.' "K. 'Poor fellow! how did you finally corral him?' " S. ' Dot's shust vot I did, I surrounded de tam mule.' " The incident was told with relish hundreds of times during the remainder of the season." Since then Mr. K. has drifted entirely out of the profession into another branch of Bohemianism. CHAPTER LXV A CAMPING PARTY. Here we met a camping party who had been some weeks in the mountains and were returning to Denver by way of Manitou. They were dreadfully sunburnt, but happy. " The only pleasure in camping," said Dick Harwell, his black eyes sparkling with humor, "is the fun you can get out of it. Fully equipped with an ample 'grub-box,' a forest of fishing poles, two or three revolvers and shot guns, we felt equal to any emergency, and set out with light hearts and joyful anticipations. The first night out we were lost, having taken the wrong road. While winding about in a dismal canon, trying to find our way out, |
