The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-03-08

 out with their Father and W Goldie, the guide. for their first days ride over the winding trails of the Rocky Mountains, the two boys looked forward to the day In the sad de with the keenest of enthusiasm They told themselves over and over again. with great glee, that 1t wasn't to be just a day trip but many, many days of delightful outdoor life. By nightfall, when the camp" was reached, however, both lads were sing ing a different tune, as you shall see for yourself later on.
 Down the trail through the valley went the little caravan, the pack horses, heavily loaded with provisions and camp paraphernalia. in the lead: then the two boys, side by side. and MT. Hamilton and Goldie, the guide bringing up the rear.
 Presently, they came into a broad plain, or meadow, clear of timber and oarpeted with rich green grass. High above and beyond lowered the noun tain which they must cross before nightfall. And running through the plain rushed a swift mountain stream. tinkling musically as it's ice-cold Wa ters ripp|ed over the rocks.
 Ffal was just on the point of calling Jacks attention to @ huge patch of snow. or glacier, way up on the noun tain ahead when Goldie, several yards behind, broke forth vehemently:
 "Hii HI" he was shouting. Get in there. you black devil! HI HI"
 And immediately, with a rush, Goldie tore past them, swinging the end of rope and shouting in a fash ion that would not have been entirely acceptable in-well, say--in Sunday school.
 One of the pack horses tempted by the sweet grass, had strayed from the trail and was making off to the farther edge of the clearing, his pack seeming to bounce around on his back as he ran.
 Watch him, boys!" exclaimed MT. Hamilton, coming up. Watch him chase that pony back on to the trail. See-notice that he isn't riding straight for him but is trying to get around on the outside of him, so to speak. You've noticed, of course, that none of the pack horses have on bits or bridles; so Goldie has to turn him. as they call it, in this fashion. Look-'
 Head him off, there! Head him off" yelled Goldie as the straying ani- mai turned in his tracks suddenly and started across the trail to the other side of the plain.
 Come on boysl" cried MT. Hamil- ton, spurring his horse. Come on, Don't let him get behind you or he'll take out back down the trail and we'll have a deuce of a time catching him. Spread out behind me so you can head him off. Hi! Hil'
 And away they tore. their sturdy lit- tie mounts picking up their feet and fairly flying over the ground.
 "Oh you cowboy!" yelled Hal at Jack between breaths as they swept along.
 But little Jack couldn't quite see the humor of it, for he was vastly concerned with sticking on his swift running horse and, if the truth be told, just a little frightened.
 In few seconds Mir. Hamilton, of course, had far outdistanced the two boys, and was making for the edge of the clearing to turn the runaway back into the trail. Goldie, meantime, had swept across after the pack-horse in a wide circle to prevent his suddenly turning and making for further up the plain.
 The boys, not knowing exactly what to do. were following instructions to the best of their ability and plunging on after their father At least, they thought they were. As a matter of fact, however, their ponies = with whom such an occurrence was all part of the days work-were really following their own system of heading off a straying pack horse.