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of the Middle Ages toarm for the first Crusade; old when Charlemagne and his paladinsbeleaguered enchanted castles and Salt River lost its prestige as a possible water highway andbecame mere scenery. Perhaps it would be a plan for a new game or lark;perhaps it was something droll; perhaps it was just a commonplace remarkthat his peculiar drawl made amusing. Once they fired a volley at a row of mullen stalks, waving on thebrow of a hill, and once a picket shot at his own horse that had gotloose and had wandered toward him in the dusk.

They were convincing, informing; tersely--even eloquently--descriptive, with a vein of humor adapted to theiraudience. DO YOU WANT ME TO stay? Ramses asked. Samuel Clemens was still in the classroom. Never mind the courtesies, Mr.