join his party, and to make all the others understand, from first to
last, that they are indebted to him for the privilege of going. It is
then somewhat natural for the invited guests to look to their leader,
and to be content with his decisions.

The best of men get into foolish dissensions when off on a jaunt, unless
there is one, whose voice has authority in it, to direct the movements.

I knew a party of twenty or more that travelled in this way, and were
directed by a trio composed of two gentlemen and one lady. This
arrangement proved satisfactory to all concerned.[5]

It has been assumed in all cases that some one will lead the horse,--not
ride in the loaded wagon,--and that two others will go behind and not
far off, to help the horse over the very difficult places, as well as to
have an eye on the load, that none of it is lost off, or scrapes against
the wheels. Whoever leads must be careful not to fall under the horse or
wagon, nor to fall under the horse's feet, should he stumble. These are
daily and hourly risks: hence no small boy should take this duty.[6]

FOOTNOTES:

[5] I never heard of a party exclusively of young men going on a tour of
this kind, and consequently I cannot write their experiences; but I can
easily imagine their troubles, quarrels, and separation into cliques. I
once went as captain of a party of ten, composed of ladies, gentlemen,
and schoolboys. We walked around the White Mountains from North Conway
to Jefferson and back, by way of Jackson. It cost each of us a dollar
and thirty-two cents a day for sixteen days, including railroad fares to
and from Portland, but excluding the cost of clothes, tents, and