Sid was a bit
homesick Sundays in the hills.
Dave came and sat down by Sid, and looked out at the sunset and the dry
river away down in the valley. Rix came trotting up near the shanty.
"He's a smart colt--ain't he?" said Sid. "He hasn't been bothered with
fox-tail since that day you'n and I took that piece out of his eye.
He's kept his eyes away from the stuff, whether he's meant to or not.
Do you suppose he has as much sense as that?"
"Critters ain't the only things that walk into trouble with their eyes
open," said Dave. "I ain't goin' to let Rix be smarter than I be. I'm
goin' to keep out of trouble, too, Sid. I ain't goin' to drink no
more, ever."
"Not round-up times?" asked Sid.
"Not round-up times, nor other times, if God will help me," said Dave,
soberly.
"He will," said Sid. "Oh, I'm so glad!"
THE MAN WHO LOST HIS MEMORY.
It was on a morning of May, 1613, that a lady, still young, might be
seen, followed by her two children, going toward the cemetery of a
village near Haerlem.
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