Eucalyptus to this day--with 'Campo' on one side and 'Santo' on the
other. No healthy-minded person would be scared by this. But the
invalids complained that we'd made the feature too salient; and the
architect has gone ever since by the name of 'Huz-and-Buz,' bestowed
on him by some wag who meant 'Jachin and Boaz,' but hadn't Scripture
enough to know it. Anyhow the temperate airs and pine-odours are a
frost. There's nobody, I fancy, living at Eucalyptus just now for
the benefit of his health, and I believe that at this moment you're
the only doctor within twenty miles of the place.'

"'Well,' said I, 'I'll step down this morning anyway, and take a
look.'

"'You can saddle the brown horse whenever you like. You were too
sleepy to take note of it last night, but you came up here by a track
fit for a lady's pony-carriage. My predecessor engineered it to
connect his two places of business. In its way, it's the most
palatial thing in the Rockies--two long legs with a short tack
between, gentle all the way--and it brings you out by the Necropolis
gate. You can hitch the horse up there.'"


"By ten o'clock I had saddled the brown horse, and was walking him
down the track at an easy pace. Hewson had omitted to praise its
beauty. Pine-needles lay underfoot as thick and soft as a Persian
carpet; and what with the pine-tops arching and almost meeting
overhead, and the red trunks raying out left and right into aisles as
I went by, and the shafts of light breaking the greenish gloom here
and there with glimpses of aching white snowfields high above, 'twas
like walking in a big cathedral with bits of the real heaven shining