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Show How He Keckoned Distance. It was near the Arkansas lino in Howell county, on tho Mountain Home Road, that I was taken up by a native whom I encountered in possession of u shaky old vehicle and two of the poorest oxen I had ever seen, Ho agreed to take mo tho rest of my journey jour-ney for a dollar and "findin's" and so I got up beside the native and we started. In something over half an hour the native began to squirm uneasily. un-easily. Presently he murmured: "Aint we 'most thar?" "Wbore?" I asked in return. iner iusi miie," ne returned. "I don't know," was my reply, "what has that to do with the question ques-tion of going to Mountain Home?" "Nothin'," ho responded sonten-tiously, sonten-tiously, on'y ." Then he stopped and urged the oxen into a brisker gait, if such a thing were at all possible. Five minutes later he again began to squirm. "Aint this erbout right?" he began "For what?" I asked. "Fer er drink," be broke out Then I learned that the average mountaineer measures distance by his appetite. My driver got thirsty every mile. Old timers get thirsty oftener and young fellows go further without a smile. When you contract to provide pro-vide the "findin's" for an Ozark driver, driv-er, it would be a good idea to learn I how much experience he has had. |