MY DELIGHT WAS TO DRIVE THE FOUR-IN-HAND
My delight was to drive the four-in-hand, and the good-natured drivers would give me many an opportunity to do so.
It seemed like living to hold those reins, and swing around those hills and bowl through those valleys at a brisk trot or quick gallop.
By and by we reached the beginning of the Red River. We were across the divide; we were coursing down the country northward.
Hitherto it had been "up north" with us, but now, for years, it would be "down north."
These waters flowed into Hudson's Bay.
Presently we were on the great flat plain, which largely constitutes the valley of the Red River.
At the stopping-place, on the edge of this flat country, the stage people were about to leave the coach and hitch on to a broad-tired, springless wagon, but father simply put his foot down and we went on with our coach.