This being understood, the boys felt satisfied, and each one now
proceeded to select the donkey which was most to his taste. Bob
had already made his selection, and was mounted on the back of the
biggest donkey of the lot--an animal whose size, breadth of chest,
and slender limbs gave him an air of actual elegance. All the boys
envied Bob his mount; but none of them complained. Frank secured
a solid animal, that had a matter-of-fact expression, and looked
as though he had no nonsense in him. Clive chose one that had a
slight shade of melancholy in his face, as though he had known
sorrow. David's donkey was a shaggy, hard-headed, dogged-looking
animal, that seemed bent on having his own way. Uncle Moses'
mount was rather eccentric. He chose the smallest animal of the
lot,--a donkey, in fact,--which was so small that its rider's
feet could only be kept from the ground with difficulty. Uncle
Moses, indeed, if he had chosen, might have taken steps on the
ground, and accelerated the motion of his beast by propelling
him with his own feet.
Great was the laughter that arose among the party as each one
mounted his gallant steed, and turned to look upon his companion.
Jeers, and jokes, and light chaff arose, and the boys found no end
of fun in this new adventure. But Uncle Moses wasn't able to see
any fun in it at all. He sat with an expression on his face that
would have done honor to a martyr at the stake, and the boys
respected him too much to include him in their good-natured raillery.
The Italian boy took David's donkey by the ear, and started.
David's donkey, in spite of his appearance of obstinacy, followed
without resistance, and trotted nimbly off, the Italian boy
running easily by his side. The other donkeys followed. As they
had no bridles and no saddles, some of the party had a little
difficulty in preserving their balance, but managed to do so by
grabbing the coarse hair of the donkey's mane. The pace was a
rapid one, and it was wonderful to see how well the Italian boy
kept up with them without losing breath, or slackening it. This
he did for a long time.
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