This stirred up his mate to a thought of former days, and the two went away pawing and plunging.
"So long!" cried Sam, waving his hand.

"Good luck!" Franklin was for a time busy in keeping his team upon the trail, but soon they settled down into a steady, shuffling trot, to which they held for mile after mile over the hard prairie road.

The day was bright and clear, the air sweet and bracing.

An hour's drive from the town, and the traveller seemed in a virgin world.

A curious coyote sat on a hill, regarding intently the spectacle of a man travelling with wheels beneath him, instead of the legs of a horse.