Two, in widely differing directions, will serve as specimens of such excursions.

In consideration of my new-chumishness, F---- selected a comparatively easy track for our first ride.

And yet, "bad was the best," might surely be said of that breakneck path.

What would an English horse, or an English lady say, to riding for miles over a slippery winding ledge on a rocky hill side, where a wall of solid mountain rose up perpendicularly on the right hand, and on the left a very respectable sized river hurried over its boulders far beneath the aerial path; yet this was comparatively a safe track, and presented but one serious obstacle, over which I was ruthlessly taken.

It is perhaps needless to say we were riding in single file, and equally unnecessary to state that I was the last; for certainly we should never have made much progress otherwise.