"He was awful mad at first," the boy confidingly said, "to have to
carry double. But I made him sure hump himself right along."

At home we found the superintendent just returned. He gave the Kid a
paternal lecture, which probably did him as much good as if it had been
in Chinese, and then, in cattle-ranch parlance, gave him his time--paid
him to date and discharged him.

And a few minutes later we saw the last of the Kid, as the forlorn
little figure, with the wide, flopping sombrero, and the big, dragging
spur, walked out of the gate and down the road toward Whitewater, and
was soon swallowed in the shimmering heat of the plain.




A BLAZE ON PARD HUFF

"And I 'm free to say that the grand results
of my explorations show
That somehow paint gets redder the farther
out West I go!"
--EUGENE FIELD.


One summer night I was on a train that was speeding eastward across
southern New Mexico. It was one of the white nights of that region,
when the full moon, shining like sun-lighted snow and hanging so low in
the sky that it seems to be dropping earthward, fills the clear, dry