Good feed down there."
"'To park,'" said Jack, in a low voice. "New and interesting
verb. He mean's turn 'em out to grass. We mustn't appear green."
Then he said to the man:
"Yes, we reckoned we'd park 'em down there to-night."
The next day was the coldest we had experienced, and we were
glad to walk to keep warm. We were getting among the smaller of
the hills, with their tops covered with the peculiarly dark
pine-trees which give the whole range its name. We camped at
night under a high bank which afforded some protection from the
chilly east wind. Now that we were all sleeping in the wagon
there was no room in it to store the sacks of horse-feed which we
had, and we knew that if we put them outside Old Blacky would eat
them up before morning.
"There's nothing to do," said Jack, "but to carry them around
up on that bank and hang them down with ropes. Leave 'em about
twelve feet from the bottom and ten feet from the top, and I
don't think the Pet can get them."
We accordingly did so, and went to bed with the old scoundrel
standing and looking up at the bags wistfully, though he had just
had all that any horse needed for supper.
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