FOUR HORSES AND A SAILOR
“ Huh! Drive four horses! I wouldn’t sit behind you—not for a thousand dollars—over them mountain roads.”
So said Henry, and he ought to have known, for he drives four horses himself.
Said another Glen Ellen friend: “What? London? He drive four horses? Can’t drive one!”
And the best of it is that he was right. Even after managing to get a few hundred miles with my four horses, I don’t know how to drive one. Just the other day, swinging down a steep mountain road and rounding an abrupt turn, I came full tilt on a horse and buggy being driven by a woman up the hill. We could not pass on the narrow road, where was only a foot to spare, and my horses did not know how to back, especially up-hill. About two hundred yards down the hill was a spot where we co
