? London? He drive four horses?
Can't drive one!"

And the best of it is that he was right. Even after managing to get a
few hundred miles with my four horses, I don't know how to drive one.
Just the other day, swinging down a steep mountain road and rounding an
abrupt turn, I came full tilt on a horse and buggy being driven by a
woman up the hill. We could not pass on the narrow road, where was only
a foot to spare, and my horses did not know how to back, especially up-
hill. About two hundred yards down the hill was a spot where we could
pass. The driver of the buggy said she didn't dare back down because she
was not sure of the brake. And as I didn't know how to tackle one horse,
I didn't try it. So we unhitched her horse and backed down by hand.
Which was very well, till it came to hitching the horse to the buggy
again. She didn't know how. I didn't either, and I had depended on her
knowledge. It took us about half an hour, with frequent debates and
consultations, though it is an absolute certainty that never in its life
was that horse hitched in that particular way.

No; I can't harness up one horse. But I can four, which compels me to
back up again to get to my beginning. Having selected Sonoma Valley for
our abiding place, Charmian and I decided it was about time we knew what
we had in our own county and the neighbouring ones. How to do it, was
the first question. Among our many weaknesses is the one of being old-
fashioned. We don't mix with gasolene very well. And, as true sailors
should, we naturally gravitate toward horses. Being one of those lucky
individuals who carries his office under his hat, I should have to take a
typewriter and a load of books along. This put saddle-horses out of the
running. Charmian suggested driving a span. She had faith in me;
besides, she could drive a span herself. But when I thought of the many
mountains to cross, and of crossing them for three months with a poor
tired span, I vetoed the proposition and said we'd have to come back to
gasolene after all. This she vetoed just as emphatically, and a deadlock
obtained until I received inspiration.

"Why not drive four horses?" I said.

"But you don't know how to drive four horses," was her objection.

I threw my chest out and my shoulders back. "What man has done, I can
do," I proclaimed grandly. "And please don't forget that when we sailed
on the _Snark_ I knew nothing of navigation, and that I taught