CHAPTER XV.
THE VOYAGE OF THE DAISY M.
Denboro is many long miles from Eastboro, and the road, even in the best of weather, is not a good one.

It winds and twists and climbs and descends through woods and over hills.

There are stretches of marshy hollows where the yellow clay needs but a little moistening to become a paste which sticks to wheels and hoofs and makes traveling, even behind a young and spirited horse, a disheartening progress.
Joshua was neither young nor spirited.

And the weather could not have been much worse.

The three days' storm had soaked everything, and the clay-bottomed puddles were near kin to quicksands.