THE SCENE OF AN ADVENTURE.
"Go slowly," I exclaimed. Crack, crack, went the whip.
"Stop that, you young rascal." Crack, crack, crack! I tried to seize the whip, but my tormentor held it far behind him. I sought to turn and petrify him with a look, but it was like trying to see a fly between my shoulder-blades. I saw that I was only making faces at the mountains.
A CHARACTERISTIC LANDSCAPE.
ENGINEERING SKILL.