There is no better way of enjoying scenery than to go out riding behind a team of cattle. One has all the slowness obtainable by walking and yet one is riding, and can give his full attention to the beauties of either side of the road. To those who are not in too great a hurry I commend this form of locomotion! At last we were ready, and after we were all seated James helped the giggling Minerva to a seat in the back. She and James were the only ones who had real seats. The rest of us sat in the straw. “G’long!” shouted Mr. Goodman, and the oxen started. “Isn’t this fun?” said Cherry, wriggling her shoulders with delight. “Fine, and after three hours of it walking will be even more fun,” said Tom. “Oh, I’ve forgotten the lunch,” said Ethel. “Now, look here,” said Tom, “we mustn’t stop this procession. Give me the key, Philip, and I’ll go back after the lunch and—” “Whoa,” shouted Mr. Goodman. “Don’t stop,” cried Tom. “I’ve only got to go back to the house. I’ll catch up. Keep ’em going.” “Whoohaw, gee a little,” shouted Goodman, snapping his long whip and the oxen kept up their sleepy pace, while Tom ran back to the house to get the lunch. “Isn’t this lovely?” said Cherry. “Whenever we get tired of riding we can walk on ahead and wait for the team to catch up. Why haven’t we ever done this before?” “Because it would be something of a task to get six pair of cattle on any day except fair day,” I explained. “And, by the way, this costs us nothing. Goodman is honoured at having us come. Said so—in other words. Was insulted when I spoke of payment.” “I’m learning something new about the country people all the time,” said Cherry. “Goodman sells cheeses. He doesn’t rent cattle. If we had wanted a cheese it would have cost us market prices, but a ride after the Egerton string honours him and Egerton. That’s the Yankee of it.” “Isn’t it glorious? Where is Mr. Warden? He’ll surely get left.” Just then an automobile going to the fair came up behind us and passed us tooting the loudest horn I ever heard. The cattle were not broken to automobiles and the leaders started to run, their example was followed all along the line, and in a minute (and to the secret gratification of Goodman, who had not liked Tom’s cavalier way of going back as if we were stationary) the six pair of cattle were running away. The wagon bumped and pitched and we were pitched and bumped amid shrieks from Minerva and laughter from the rest. “Whoo! Whoo, I say! Gee—haw! _Whoo!_ WHOA! WHOA-UP!”