all directions, swinging about like a warship to get the proper
range on everything in sight, and finally ending up by putting
one foot through the bellows.

"Reckon I've got to call in assistance," said the man, as he
started off. He came back with another man, who laid hold of one
of Blacky's forward legs and held it up off the floor. The
blacksmith then seized one of his hind ones and got it up. This
left the old sinner so that if he would kick he would have to
stand on one foot while he did it, and this was hardly enough for
even so bad a horse as he was. He did not wholly give up,
however, but after a great amount of struggling they at last got
him shod.

"We'll call him the Blacksmith's Pet," said Jack.

Good camping-places did not seem to be numerous, and just
after the sun had gone down we turned out beside the road near a
half-completed sod house. There was no other house in sight, and
this had apparently been abandoned early in the season, as weeds
and grass were growing on top of the walls, which were three or
four feet high. There was also a peculiar sort of well, a few of
which we had seen during the day. It consisted of four one-inch
boards nailed together and sunk into the ground. The boards were
a foot wide, thus making the inside of the shaft ten inches
square. This one was forty or fifty feet deep, but there was a
long rope and slender tin bucket beside it. The water was not
good, but there was no other to be had. Near the house Ollie
found the first cactus we had seen, which showed, if nothing else
did, that we were getting into a dry country. He took it up