Suppose that I miss Maid and reach the intended target.  The instant the lash cracks, the four horses jump, Prince most of all, and his jump, with spread wicked teeth, is for the back of Milda’s neck.  She jumps to escape—­which is her second jump, for the first one came when the lash exploded.  The Outlaw reaches for Maid’s neck, and Maid, who has already jumped and tried to bolt, tries to bolt harder.  And all this infinitesimal fraction of time I am trying to hold the four animals with my left hand, while my whip-lash, writhing through the air, is coming back to me.  Three simultaneous things I must do:  keep hold of the four reins with my left hand; slam on the brake with my foot; and on the rebound catch that flying lash in the hollow of my right arm and get the bight of it safely into my right hand.  Then I must get two of the four lines back into my right hand and keep the horses from running away or going over the grade.  Try it some time.  You will find life anything but wearisome.  Why, the first time I hit the mark and made the lash go off like a revolver shot, I was so astounded and delighted that I was paralysed.  I forgot to do any of the multitudinous other things, tangled the whip lash in Maid’s harness, and was forced to call upon Charmian for assistance.  And now, confession.  I carry a few pebbles handy.  They’re great for reaching Prince in a tight place.  But just the same I’m learning that whip every day, and before I get home I hope to discard the pebbles.  And as long as I rely on pebbles, I cannot truthfully speak of myself as “tooling a four-in-hand.”

From Garberville, where we ate eel to repletion and got acquainted with the aborigines, we drove down the Eel River Valley for two days through the most unthinkably glorious body of redwood timber to be seen anywhere in California.  From Dyerville on to Eureka, we caught glimpses of railroad construction and of great concrete bridges in the course of building, which advertised that at least Humboldt County was going to be linked to the rest of the world.

We still consider our trip is just begun.  As soon as this is mailed from Eureka, it’s heigh ho! for the horses and pull on.  We shall continue up the coast, turn in for Hoopa Reservation and the gold mines, and shoot down the Trinity and Klamath rivers in Indian canoes to Requa.  After that, we shall go on through Del Norte County and into Oregon.  The trip so far has justified us in taking the attitude that we won’t go home until the winter rains drive us in.  And, finally, I am going to try the experiment of putting the Outlaw in the lead and relegating Prince to his old position in the near wheel.  I won’t need any pebbles then.

NOTHING THAT EVER CAME TO ANYTHING