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Thomas Smith, of Wilmington, Delaware during this same time. Nobody, except John Jacobs, of the Jacobs House, who gained his knowledge mostly by instinct; never, at least, by rude inquiry. He had been up on the roof helping Bo Peep to fasten the sign over the door which the wind had torn loose.
The country was wide and flat on the right, and to the left it rolled and heaved along a black, scalloped timber-line. Above this bordering of the forest low, drifting clouds obscured the mountains. The wind was at Helen's back and seemed to be growing stronger. Dale and Roy were ahead, traveling at a good trot, with the pack-animals bunched before them. Helen and Bo had enough to do to keep up.
And Dale, interested and amused, yet anxious, spent most of his time with Bo. It was thus that Helen rode all over the park alone. She was astonished at its size, when from almost any point it looked so small. The atmosphere deceived her. How clearly she could see! And she began to judge distance by the size of familiar things.
The unexpected why, he looks like a prince turned hunter! long, dark, stage journey held up fight escape wild ride on horses woods and camps and wild places pursued hidden in the forest more hard rides then safe at the ranch. And of course he falls madly in love with me no, you, for I'll be true to my Las Vegas lover " "Hush, silly! Bo, tell me, aren't you SCARED?" "Scared! I'm scared stiff.
"Red November's business ain't none'r mine," he growled; "an' less you know him a heluva sight better'n I do, you'd better take a straight tip from me and leave it lay!" "Oh!" said the little man hastily "I was only wondering.... But I wish you would slip Red the high sign: all I want is one word with him." "All right, bo' you're on."
When this was over, Yulee, never at a loss, began to sing for Bo's amusement and her own comfort. She sang all the songs she knew just as they came into her head. "There is a happy land," "Three little kittens." "Pop goes the weasel," "The sunday-school," and some others which I have forgotten. Would you believe it? Bo fell fast asleep with his head in her lap.
When Bo sailed over a big log, like a steeple-chaser, then Helen answered to further unconsidered impulse by frantically getting her saddle fastened. Without coat or hat she mounted. The nervous horse bolted almost before she got into the saddle. A strange, trenchant trembling coursed through all her veins. She wanted to scream for Bo to wait.
While they were talking Dale returned with the horses. "Can you bridle an' saddle your own horse?" he asked. "No. I'm ashamed to say I can't," replied Bo. "Time to learn then. Come on. Watch me first when I saddle mine." Bo was all eyes while Dale slipped off the bridle from his horse and then with slow, plain action readjusted it.
He tanned his skins in the way customary with most savages: clean skinning, brain emulsion, and plenty of elbow grease. His people killed bear with the bow and arrow. Ishi made a distinction between grizzly bear, which he called tet na, and black bear, which he called bo he. The former had long claws, could not climb trees, and feared nothing. He was to be let alone. The other was "all same pig."
"I never seen one that was," the tramp offered, experimentally. The cowboy grinned. "Well, take a look at this pueblo, then. You can see her all from here. If the station door was open you could see clean through to New Mexico. They got about as much use for a Bo in these parts as they have for raisin' posies. And this ain't no garden." "Well, I'm raised.
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