Outing . and and started back over the course. Santa Maria! cried the little girl, in-voking her protectress, and Roberta!she pleaded to her beast. But Robertawas fleet of hoof. The car was stopped,and, digging hastily for a propitiatory coin,I started in pursuit. As 1 would reach thetop of one low hill, Roberta and her ex-ploiting mistress would be seen disappear-ing over the crest of another. On racedwe three, Indian fashion, Roberta kickingup her heels joyfully, the child running Again I descended, and in the foothillsof the Sierras, we undid our baggage, dis-tributed our effects upon the r
Outing . and and started back over the course. Santa Maria! cried the little girl, in-voking her protectress, and Roberta!she pleaded to her beast. But Robertawas fleet of hoof. The car was stopped,and, digging hastily for a propitiatory coin,I started in pursuit. As 1 would reach thetop of one low hill, Roberta and her ex-ploiting mistress would be seen disappear-ing over the crest of another. On racedwe three, Indian fashion, Roberta kickingup her heels joyfully, the child running Again I descended, and in the foothillsof the Sierras, we undid our baggage, dis-tributed our effects upon the roadway, andbrought forth the book of ten minutes, we climbed into the caragain, silent, reflective, the motor beatingout the wisdom of the muleteer : Death the destroyer, cannot be itselfdestroyed. And in this fashion we rushed on tocivilization, well content that the old Ter-rors of the Road should become pleasur-able fiction since the new Terrors of theRoad have become pleasurable MOTORING TO THE JAMESTOWNEXPOSITION BY WILLIAM N. PARKER PHOTOGRAPHS BY N. LAZARNICK
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