aces of them, and continued on
their trail. They went in the foot-hills and they searched for those
antelope all day. They caught up with old man Hall's outfit at dinner-time
and were invited to take a bite. Coming home by way of the 'Circle-Star'
ranch, Colonel Semmes asked them in to have a mint-julep; the colonel was
a South Carolinian, and he had just succeeded in raising some mint. They
had several--I fear more than several--drinks before leaving for home, with
never a trace of antelope nor a thought of the rice cooking over the slow
fire. The colonel remembered some hard cider that he had, and topping off
on that, they set out. The weather was pretty warm, and on their way home
they experienced some remorse over the hard cider. Now hard cider is an
accumulative drink; it piles up interest like debt or unpaid taxes. And by
the time those Englishmen had turned the little lane leading into their
home corral, they saw a sight that made their sombreros rise. As I have
said before, it was hot, being somewhere in the month of August.
Gentlemen, I hardly expect you to believe me when I say it was snowing on
their house, and not on another God blessed thing in the landscape.

"The blame thing about it was, that every man took the phenomenon to be
his own private view of snakes, or their bibulous equivalent, manifested
in another and more terrifying form. Here was the August sun pouring down
on the plain where their ranch-house was situated; everything in sight hot
and dry as a lime-kiln, grasshoppers chirping in a hot-wave prophecy, and
snow covering the house and the ground, about to what seemed a depth of
four inches. Every one of them felt sensitive about mentioning what he saw
to the others. You see, gentlemen, being unfamiliar with American drinks,
and especially old Massachusetts cider, they merely looked to keep their
saddles and no questions asked.

"But when they got a bit closer the horror increased. Flying right out of
their windows were perfect drifts of snow, banks of it, gentlemen, and the
thermometer up past a hundred. One of the men looked about him and noticed
the pallor on the faces of the rest:

"'Do you notice anything strange, old chap? These cursed American drinks!'

"'Strange!'--the boy he had spoken to was about eighteen, a nice,
red-cheeked English lad out with his uncle learning the cattle business.
'Good God!' the boy said. 'I've always tried to lead a good life, and here
I am a paretic before