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name and sticking likeBut Sam isn't like that.. . . After spendingSAM AND SIMON 125a watch-dogto the van.several weeks in the dullroutine of the hayfield, where he had found littleto entertain him, Sam signalized his return to afuller and more varied life, on the second morningof our last journey, by one of the very neatest ofhis sporting ideas. Just as we were engaged onthe final preparations for the road a small boycame running (we came to know that small boy)with the news that the big horse was loose. Atthe same moment a singular metallic sound, notunlike the clacking of a stick run along corrugatediron, could be heard from the stable. Then Samemerged, smiling broadly, and wearing a bucketsecurely jammed on one of his fore feet, ratherafter the style of an extra boot. I do not knowif he had intended to travel in it, but he appearedto be resigned when it was taken from him. . . .... He was involved in a kicking match witha carter's mare at Dalwhinnie, but in that caseit was adjudged that the honours were even. . . .... In the depth of the night at Strathyre,when we were sleeping in the tent, we wereawakened by a voice." Driver !"A pause." Driver, are yesleepin' ? "