But I wouldn't confess that I couldn't drive a team.
I put the lines over my head, said "Go 'long" as I had heard other muleteers say, and, grasping the handles of the scraper, I scooped up a slip load of clay.

My arms were strong and this was no trick at all.

But getting the load was not the whole game.

The hardest part was to let go.
I guided the lines with one hand and steadied the scraper with the other as I drove up on the dump.

Then I heaved up on the handles, the scraper turned over on its nose and dumped the load.