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Rh "I won't accept the substitute. It's empty."

"So's everything."

"I guess you'd find the fountain just as empty. And anyway this tells me where I am."

"Hadn't you long suspected where you were? "

"You mean miles from that Mormon settlement? Look here, you treat your guide with due respect If you don't want to spend the night outdoors. I vow we must be near the place from where The two converging slides, the avalanches, On Marshall, look like donkey's ears. We may as well see that and save the day."

"Don't donkey's ears suggest we shake our own? "

"For God's sake, aren't you fond of viewing nature? You don't like nature. All you like is books. What signify a donkey's ears and bottle, However natural? Give you your books! Well then, right here is where I show you books. Come straight down off this mountain just as fast As we can fall and keep a-bouncing on our feet. It's hell for knees unless done hell-for-leather."

"Be ready," I thought, "for almost anything."

We struck a road I didn't recognize, But welcomed for the chance to lave my shoes In dust once more. We followed this a mile,