swearing, and behind ambled Thomas at a lively wriggle, a coy, large smile upon his face. 

 "'Ur-r-roup! Roup!' sounds from the top of the rise. The family halted and turned around, expectin' more pleasure, for there on the top of the hill stood the terrible scart but still faithful bulldog calling for his master to come away from that place quick, before he got killed. But he had one eye open for safety, and when the family stopped, he ducked down behind the hill surprisin'. 

 "'Well, I must be going,' says the visitor.  'My name's Sett—Algernon Alfred Sett—and I shall be over next week to talk to you about those sheep.' 

 "'Any time,' says I.  'We'll be here till we have to shovel snow to get at the hay, from the look of things.' 

 "'Well, I'm very anxious to have a good long talk with you about sheep,' says he.  'I've been informed that you had a long experience in that line in—er—Nevverdah——' 

 "'Nevverdah?' says I.  'Oh!—Nevada. I beg your pardon—I've got in the habit of pronouncing in that way. It wasn't Nevada, by the way—it was Texas—but that's only a matter of a Europe or so. Yes, I met a sheep or two in that country, I'm sorry to say.' 

 "'I—er—think of engaging in the business, dontcher know,' says he, relaxing into his first method of speech; 'and should like to consult you professionally.' 

 "'All right, sir!' says I.  'I'm one of the easiest men to consult west of any place east. Can't you stay now and get the load off your mind?' 

 "'Well—no,' he says to me very confidentially.  'You see, that dog is a great pet of my wife's, and I'm also afraid she will be a little worried by my long absence, so——' 

 "'I see, sir—I see,' I answered him.  'Well, come around again and we'll talk sheep.' 

 "'Thank you—thank you so much,' says he, and pops up on his horse. Then again, without any warning, he broke into a haw-haw-haw! as he threw a glance at the family, who sat around eyeing him.  'You were quite right about that cat, you know,' says he.  'Capital! Capital! But a little rough on the dog.'  And off he goes, bobbity-bob, bobbity-bob. 

 "'Where'd you tag that critter, Red?' says Wind-River.  'My mind's wanderin'.' 

 "'He comes down the draw much the graceful way he's 

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