and standing in the trail in front of his empty
wagon, he hurriedly returned to the new horse,
placed a bridle upon his head, led him forth, and
swung him close beside the other horse. He winced
just a little at the incongruity of the team, though
he did not let it delay him. He picked up the
half of the harness and tossed it over the mare's
back. Then he caught up the other half, and,
preparing to toss it upon the black, began to
straighten out deep and unexpected tangles.

"Well, you black devil," he began, as he twisted
and turned the much-bepatched harness, "you
doin' soom work now! All you' life you havin'
mooch good times! Eet is not for thee fun thot
you live, you know?" he went on, academically,
continuing to disentangle the harness. "Eet is
for thee work thot you live! Work -- thot's thee
answer!" Then, having straightened the harness
at last, with a grunt of satisfaction he tossed it
lightly up.

Instantly there was wild commotion. With a
kick and a plunge the horse flung off the harness.

Felipe stood dumfounded. It had never
occurred to him that the horse was not broken to
harness. Horses reared as this one evidently had
been reared ought certainly to be educated to all
kinds of service. Yet this horse evidently was
not. He scratched his head in perplexity. To
break a horse to harness was no child's play, as
he well knew. To break a horse of this character
to harness, as he well understood also, was a task
that required exceptional patience and hardihood.

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