The Mate of the Vancouver — page 134: what you’re looking at

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122 THE MATE OF THE VANCOUVER. man though I was, On the evening of the eighth day the temperature, which had up to that time been fairly warm in spite of our altitude and the advanced season, fell sud- denly, and it became bitterly cold. Our ponies, who had managed to pick up a fair living on the plateau where our camp stood, and along the creek bottoms, came right up to our tent, and one of them put his head in- side. ‘“ Dick,” as we called him, was a much gentler animal than most British Columbian cayuses, and had made a friend of me, com- ing once a ‘day at least for me to give him a piece of bread, of which he had grown fond, though at first he was as strange with it as a young foal with oats. I put up my hand and touched his nose, which was soft and silky, while the rest of his coat was long and rough, He whinnied gently, and I found a crust for him, and then gently repulsing him, I fastened the fly of the tent. Mac was fast asleep under his dark blankets, whence there | 4 | * @ } B= eee p RG ey nt ae ES © (ORE dS Sas eek OF Ray Rintig MOTORS DRE EE OEY eee ORME AE PREC TS ok Yeas © SE Sanus Yk Ge ON By BF PS ee Soe ee eae ea GE 7