UP, up! What a height it was, and how the horses toiled as they drew the heavy wagons up the mountain side. Whenever they came to a very steep place, the boys and all the gentlemen, except Colonel Rush, would jump out and walk, so as to lighten the load. Aunt Annie and Aunt Bessie, who was really Aunt Bessie now, for she was Uncle Ruthven's wife, also tried this; but they soon tired, and were glad to take their seats in the wagon again. Maggie thought she must take her turn too, and asked papa to lift her out. Papa consented, warning her, however, that she would find it harder work than she imagined to clamber up these steep ascents on her own two small feet. But Maggie thought she would like to be "a relief to the horses," so papa took her out. Then Bessie's sweet little voice piped up from the snug corner, where she sat nestled between Colonel Rush and his wife. "Mamma, bettn't I walk a little too, on 'count of the poor horses?" At which Mr. Porter who walked beside the wagon, holding the reins, and now and then chirruping to the willing creatures who needed no whip or harsh command, turned his head towards the tiny figure with a merry twinkle in his eye. "I think not, darling," said mamma; "by the time we are at the Lake House you will be more than tired enough with this long day's journey." "I do not wish to walk, mamma," said Bessie, "only for the horses." "The horses don't make much account of your weight, I reckon," said Mr. Porter, good-naturedly, "and though this seems mighty hard work to you, they are used to it, and don't mind it so much. Besides, they know that every pitch takes them nearer to their stable, where they'll have a good rest and a feed of oats. They'd rather go up than down any day." "How do they know it?" asked Bessie, who had already made friends with Mr. Porter. "Well," said Mr. Porter, taking off his hat and fanning himself with it, "I can't just say how; certain it is they do know it." "Maybe it's their instinct," said Bessie. "That's about it," he answered, with a smile. "These are fine teams of yours, Mr. Porter," said Colonel Rush. "You may say that, sir," answered the old man, looking with pride at the noble beasts, "and this is the best of the lot. These are Vermont horses, sure-footed as goats, as they need to be on these mountain roads; strong as elephants, and wiser than many a creature that goes on two feet. Why, I could tell you stories of this fellow," and he nodded towards the horse nearest him, "that maybe you'll find it hard to believe. I named him 'Solomon,' thinking it suitable; but the boys they shortened it to 'Sol,' and that's what he goes by. I tell you, he knows a thing or two, that horse." Mr. Porter paused for breath, and Bessie, after waiting a moment or two in hopes of the stories of old Sol, said,-- "We'll believe you, Mr. Porter, if you tell us those stories."