ly for the gate, though they seemed
much more likely to run into the posts
than to get through the gate, I thought.
The boy seemed to think this, too, for
he shot backward, turned a somersault
in. the air, and disappeared from view.

"God bless me!" said the king.

The heavy young man on the front
seat jumped from his place and began
beating away the bees and holding the
horses by the bridles, and in a few min-
utes we were on our way. The horses
had been badly stung, and the heavy
young man looked rather bumpy. As
for us, the king had shut the stage door
at the first approach of trouble, and
we were unharmed.

After this, we all felt quite well ac-
quainted, and the old gentleman told me
some wonderful stories about going
about among the Indians and about the
men in the lumber camps and the set-
tlers on the lake islands. Afterward I
learned that he was a bishop, and a
brave and holy man whom it was a
great honour to meet, but, at the time,
I only thought of how kind he was to