Finding himself in the minority, my husband yielded, and we turned our horses' heads north, much against his will.

After proceeding a few miles, however, he took a sudden determination.

"You may go north, if you please," said he, "but I am convinced that the other course is right, and I shall face about--follow who will." So we wheeled round and rode south again, and many a long and weary mile did we travel, the monotony of our ride broken only by the querulous remarks of poor Mr.Kellogg.

"I am really afraid we are wrong, Mr.
Kinzie.

I feel pretty sure that the young man is right.