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"Don't you know?" sez the feller, in surprise. I can't quite recall his name now, but I think it was Bill. Anyhow, most fellers' names is Bill, so we'll call him Bill. "Don't you know who this pony is?" sez Bill. "Why no," sez the tourist. "I just arrived this mornin', an' I'm waitin' for my uncle to send in after me." "Is that so?" sez Bill. "Well, I'll bet your uncle knows who this pony is.
King's sons could undertake this; and accordingly she made a great effort, and bought a small shaggy forest pony, whom the boys called 'Peggy, and loved not much less than their sisters.
Ours is a trade for which nowadays there is no excuse unless one can be great in it: and I feel I have not the stuff for that. No. 666. 'Portrait of Joseph Muggins, Esq., Newcome, Great George Street. No. 979. 'Portrait of Mrs. Muggins, on her grey pony, Newcome. No. 579. 'Portrait of Joseph Muggins Esq.'s dog Toby, Newcome' this is what I'm fit for.
"I'll get her." "And I left my Plush Bear Oh, I left him in the sand circus cage, where I was playing he was a wild Bear!" cried Arthur. "Oh, I forgot, I left my nice Plush Bear in a hole!" "You'd better get him out as soon as you can," said his mother. The children remembered the spot where they had been playing on the sand before they took the pony rides.
Already the pony herds, driven full tilt by Canker's squadron, were out of sight in the dense dust-cloud and could be heard thundering up the valley.
An' he's so fat an' silky he's liable to act foolish." "I'm going to ride him," said Ruth briefly, as she stepped to the horse barn door for a bridle. "Now, say, Miss," the man opposed feebly, "you could take the brown pony just as well; I don't need her a bit. And I tell you that colt is just a lun-at-ic, when he's been idle so long." "Thank you," said Ruth, as she started up the hill.
Being on foot he felt reasonably certain that they would not get far away, knowing how averse they were to walking, which is usually the case with those used to riding a horse. A cowboy will mount his pony if he wants to go across the street, just the same as a fire chief will get into his buggy if he goes to a fire on the same block.
How pleasant it was to think that the discordant labour of the tropical agriculturist was past! This charming morning had settled it all. Tom and Christmas and the "pony dot" would keep the whole plantation as innocent of weeds as the Garden of Eden.
"That," muttered Overland Red, squirming a little higher behind the bushes, "was intended for me. I know that tone. It means there's a hell of a lot doin'. Well, I'm good and ready." And he lifted both of his red, hairy hands to the edge of the hole and both his hands were "filled." About then the man on the pony began to ride out from the water-hole in a wide circle.
To give adequate setting to this story, a brief account of the leading overland routes, of which the Pony Express was but one, seems proper. Before the middle of the nineteenth century, three great thoroughfares had been established from the Missouri, westward across the continent. These were the Santa Fe, the Salt Lake, and the Oregon trails.
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