The last one of 'em, panniers, freight an' all, would go surgin' to the topmost pinnacle of the Rockies if she leads the way.
"An' at that this gray mare don't like mules none; she abhors their company an' kicks an' abooses 'em to a standstill whenever they draws near.

But the fool mules don't care; it's ecstacy to simply know she's livin' an' that mule's cup of joy is runnin' over who finds himse'f permitted to crop grass within forty foot of his old, gray bell-bedecked idol.
"We travels all day, followin' glimpsin' that flea-bitten cayouse at Tramperos.

But the mules can't think or talk of nothin' else.

It arouses their religious enthoosiasm to highest pitch; even the cynic Jerry gets half-way keyed up over it.

I looks for trouble that night; an' partic'lar I pegs out Jerry plenty deep and strong.