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Portrait of Theodore Winthrop Theodore Winthrop The Canoe and the Saddle — Chapter VIII

Is it a pleasant thing, O traveller only in dreams, envier of the voyager in reality, to urge tired, reluctant, and unfed mustangs up a mountain pass, even for their own good? In such a case a man, the humanest and gentlest, must adopt the manners of a brute. He must ply the whip, and that cruelly; otherwise, no go. At first, as he smites, he winces, for he has struck his own sensibilities; by and by he hardens himself, and thrashes without a tremor. When the cortege arrives at an edible prairie, gastronomic satisfaction will put Lethean freshness in the battered hide of every horse.
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Portrait of Theodore Winthrop Theodore Winthrop The Canoe and the Saddle — Chapter VIII

Sowee House — Loolowcan I had not long, that noon of August, from the top of La Tête, to study Tacoma, scene of Hamitchou’s wild legend. Humanity forbade dalliance. While I fed my soul with sublimity, Klale and his comrades were wretched with starvation. But the summit of the pass is near. A few struggles more, Klale the plucky, and thy empty sides shall echo, less drum-like. Up stoutly, my steeds; up a steep but little less than perpendicular, paw over those last trunks of the barricades in our trail, and ye have won!
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Portrait of Theodore Winthrop Theodore Winthrop The Canoe and the Saddle — Chapter VIII

Strange deliverances for body and soul come to the dying. Fate sends unlooked-for succor, when horses or men despair.
Luckily for Caudal, the weak-kneed and utterly dejected, Sowee’s prairie was near, — near was the prairie of Sowee, mighty hunter of deer and elk, terror of bears. There at weird night Sowee’s ghost was often seen to stalk. Dyspeptics from feather-beds behold ghosts, and are terrified, but nightwalkers are but bugbears to men who have ridden from dawn to dusk of a long summer’s day over an Indian trail in the mountains.
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