"'In two months the snow melts down, an' I says adios to my twelve
deer an' starts for camp. Which you-alls mebby imagines my s'prise
when I beholds my pony a-grazin' out in the open, saddle on an'
right. Yere's how it is: He's been paradin' up an' down the bed of
Red River onder that snow tunnel for two months. Oh! he feeds easy
enough. Jest bites the yerbage along the banks. This snow tunnel is
four feet high, an' he's got plenty of room.
"'I'm some glad to meet up with my pony that a-way, you bet! an'
ketches him up an' rides over to my camp. An' I'm followed by my
twelve deer, which comes cavortin' along all genial an' cordial an'
never leaves me. No, my hoss is sound, only his feet is a little
water-soaked an' tender; an' his eyes, bein' so long in that half.
dark place onder the snow, is some weak an' sore.'
"As no one seems desirous to lie no more after Doc Peets gets
through, we-alls eats an' drinks all we can, an' then goes over to
the dance-hall an' whoops her up in honor of Red Dog. Nothin' could
go smoother.
"When it comes time to quit, we has a little trouble gettin'
sep'rate from 'em, but not much. We-alls starts out to 'scort 'em to
Red Dog as a guard of honor, an' then they, bustin' with p'liteness,
'scorts us back to Wolfville.
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