So I set about it.

In the course of time I began to get the best of this knotty lesson, and my self-complacency moved to the front once more.

Mr.Bixby was all fixed, and ready to start it to the rear again.

He opened on me after this fashion-- 'How much water did we have in the middle crossing at Hole-in-the-Wall, trip before last ?' I considered this an outrage.

I said-- 'Every trip, down and up, the leadsmen are singing through that tangled place for three-quarters of an hour on a stretch.