The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-04-30

| grandfather, musinSly. What has be-
| come of it? 1t must have passed here.
! The first fork in the road is at Har-
mony Grove. Wen go there.
SO they drove on to Harmony Grove.
! As it happened there was q sort of So
clal gathering in the schoolhouse. As
always happens on such occasions,
! there were several young men and boys
who were too Shy to venture in the
/ house where the girls and young wo-
men were. If a wagon or vehicle of any
I kind had passed they surely would
/ have seen it. But no wagon had pass
/ ed.
, Such OF them as had horses volun-
! teered TO join the searching party, but
J the White-Haired Master thanked
them. If the wagon hadn't passed it
! was still on the road somewhere. and
he and Aaron would find it. Indeed, the
! White-haired Master had made a cal
culaton. Harmony Grove was ten miles
| from his place. He had come the dis
lance in something less than an hour,
and it was now 10 o'clock. If the wa
gon had left the spring at s o'clock
/ it could hardly have reached Harmony
Grove before then. Aaron judges that
4 they should have overtaken the wagon
about six miles from the spring.
As a. matter of fact. they had over
taken a wagon and passed it, five and
one-half miles from home, or. to be
| more exact, at the humble residence of
Mr.. Barlow Bobs. They had passed
the wagon without knowing it, for the
reason that the vehicle was not in
sight from the road. and they would
have passed it in broad daylight.
The driver-Mr. Robv Ransom-that
was really his name, as it turned out
had not gone more than two miles from
the AbercOmbie place before the de-
sire to sleep overcame him, and he be-
gan to nod. For awhile he would nod
and then rouse himself. but finally he
leaned against the framework. over
which the cover was spread, and began
to sleep soundly The lines slipped from
his hands, but he caught on the brake
and hung there, too high for the feet
of the mules to become entangled in
them.
When the wagon came to the top of
the long hill that slopes down to
Crooked creek, the mules were sur
prised to feel no restraining hands on
the reins. At first they hardly knew
what to do. but they We're we'll train
ed. and they held back the wagon until
near the bottom. and then broke into
a swift trot and went swishing through
the shallow waters of Crooked creek
Without a pause they pulled the wagon
Sedately up the opposite hill. which
was not a very steep one. They re-
manned in the road as became sensible
mules. but they became more and more
uncertain in their movements as they
,realized that no hand was guiding
them.
Finally they came to the humble
home of MIR. Bobs-or, rather they
came to the short lane that led to Mr..
Bobs' log cabin. Into this they turned,
the hub of the hind wheel missing the
fence corner by the breadth of a hair
Pursuing this road, they followed it
into Mr. Robs' back yard; and they
finally drew up behind the corn crib.
double-pen built of logs. AS there
was fat fodder stack behind this
crib. the mules concluded they would
put uD for the night. After this, the
only movement they made was to see
saw the wagon as they reached for the
fodder. and they snorted occasionally
when too much dust from the forage
crept up their nostIfls.
Once, about five minutes after the
mules had reached this harbor, they
picked up their ears at the sound of a
running horse whirling a buggy along
the road. and Mr.. Bobs' house dog
barked obviously; but beyond this
there was nothing to bother them. and
no alarming noises We're heard. Sweet
est Susan, Little Biscuit and Drusilla
were sound asleep, and SO was Mr..
Roby Ransom. 1t was a very good
asleep, for there is no doubt that If the
White haired Master had come up
with them on the road he would have