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124 CARAVAN DAYSlook of pain and bewilderment, while Herbertpatched the harness with string and the OldCampaigner and I tried to make the shaft secure.There was much rubbing down and wiping andrearranging to do, but at last we were able togather up our various component parts,like anengine that has been taken to pieces, and proceedupon our way.I never like to travel throughcountry. The horses alwaysa dead levelsuffer from themonotony of a road without any rise and fall,and I am sure that some measure of undulationtoo dull a time that day.helps us all along. Sam had been having muchHe had to do somethingfor a diversion.But his best performances are of course atnight. At a moorland camp above Crieff he hadthe good fortune to discover an open gate in thesmall hours of the morning and went casually offup a neighbouring mountain, with the admiringSimon in his wake. Herbert had no difficulty infinding them, as they were clearlyvisible on thesky-line, strolling onward, but he had a walk ofsome three miles before he came up with themand persuaded them to stop. This episodedisappointedme. I like to think of the caravanner'sfaithful steed,always answering to his