. A'Chu and other stories. ivers own seaton the thill. This brought on more threats with thestocky whip. But he shook his head firmly, and lookedthe carter steadily in the eyes. For a few momentsthey faced each other, the one storming with anger,the other almost exhausted but very determined. The driver sat down in the wheatfield, as if to say,I will not go till you give up my seat. The travelersat quietly, as if to reply, When you get me my right-ful place, I will give up yours. Finally the carter gavein, and drove his vehicle alongside the cart in front,and the traveler climbed to his seat.
. A'Chu and other stories. ivers own seaton the thill. This brought on more threats with thestocky whip. But he shook his head firmly, and lookedthe carter steadily in the eyes. For a few momentsthey faced each other, the one storming with anger,the other almost exhausted but very determined. The driver sat down in the wheatfield, as if to say,I will not go till you give up my seat. The travelersat quietly, as if to reply, When you get me my right-ful place, I will give up yours. Finally the carter gavein, and drove his vehicle alongside the cart in front,and the traveler climbed to his seat. Late in the afternoon we passed below a nativevillage nestled in a hollow between two gently rollingplains. It lay back against the slope without a signof life, save a thin circle of pale smoke here and 78 AChu and Other Stories there where a New Year feast was being prepared,and two men carrying buckets of water on polesover their shoulders, from a pool lower down. Threecarts in a row, piled full of new pine boxes, with a. TRAVELING BT OX CART pale-faced foreigner at front and rear, did not passtheir way often. Though the feast waited on thecoming of the water in those buckets, the men setdown their burdens and stood looking after us asif they expected never to see such a curious sightagain. With Mule Cans and Drivers 79 CROSSING A DITCH The front and middle carts had reached the brinkof a wide drainage ditch and the carters were talkingtogether. How is your driver now? my husband inquired,as he came back to the rear. He may get sobereddown before we get over this place. They havetouched at the wrong spot. There is no bridgeacross the ditch, and the banks at this point are highand steep. What a pity our guide was delayed! Ifthe carts get through safely, we ourselves can rideacross on one of the mules. They have unloosed one,I think, for that purpose. While he was speaking we heard a shout from thehead driver, a bray in response from the lead mule,and a creak of cart wheels. An
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