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"Who's the other fellow, though?" deate handed over his team to his son and stepped out into the

open road, nal, half of welcome, half

of command It apparently was observed

To their surprise, it was the unidentified rider who now set spur to his

horse and caallop ahead of the train He rode carelessly

well, a born horseman In no allant figure of the border cavalier--a border just then more

martial than it had been before '46 and the days of "Fifty-Four Forty or

Fight"

A shrewedot soon; the far Southwest, where Taylor and Scott and the less known

Doniphan andcertain thousands

of leagues to the soil of this republic He rode a compact,

short-coupled, cat-ha almost to his red nostrils--a horse never reared on the fat

Missouri corn lands Neither did this heavy embossed saddle with its