Only in the West, perhaps, may one find a funeral like that. No minister stood at the head of the grave and read, "Dust to dust" and all the heartbreaking rest of it. There was no singing but from a meadowlark that perched on a nearby rock and rippled his brief song when, with their ropes, they lowered the blanket wrapped form. They stood, with bare heads bowed, while the meadow lark sang. When he had flown, Pink, looking a choir-boy in disguise, repeated softly and incorrectly the Lord's prayer. The Happy Family did not feel that there was any incongruity in what they did. When Pink, gulping a little over the unfamiliar words, said: "Thine be power and glory--Amen;" five clear, youthful voices added the Amen quite simply. Then they filled the grave and stood silent a minute before they went down to where their horse stood waiting patiently, with now and then a curious glance up the hill to where their masters grouped. The Happy Family mounted and without a backward glance rode soberly away; and the trail they took led, not to the picnic, but to camp. THE REVELER Happy Jack, coming from Dry Lake where he had been sent for the mail, rode up to the Flying U camp just at dinner time and dismounted gloomily and in silence. His horse looked fagged--which was unusual in Happy's mounts unless there was urgent need of haste or he was out with the rest of the Family and constrained to adopt their pace, which was rapid. Happy, when riding alone, loved best to hump forward over the horn and jog along slowly, half asleep. "Something's hurting Happy," was Cal Emmett's verdict when he saw the condition of the horse. "He's got a burden on his mind as big as a haystack," grinned Jack Bates. "Watch the way his jaw hangs down, will yuh? Bet yuh somebody's dead." "Most likely it's something he thinks is _going_ to happen," said Pink. "Happy always makes me think of a play I seen when I was back home; it starts out with a melancholy cuss coming out and giving a sigh that near lifts him off his feet, and he says: 'In _soo-ooth_ I know not _why_ I am so sa-ad.' That's Happy all over." The Happy Family giggled and went on with their dinner, for Happy Jack was too close for further comments not intended for his ears. They waited demurely, but in secret mirth, for him to unburden his mind. They knew that they would not have long to wait; Happy, bird of ill omen that he was, enjoyed much the telling of bad news. "Weary's in town," he announced heavily, coming over and getting himself a plate and cup. The Happy Family were secretly a bit disappointed; this promised, after all, to be tame. "Did he bring the horses?" asked Chip, glancing up over the brim of his cup. "I dunno," Happy responded from the stove, where he was trying how much of everything he could possibly pile upon his plate without spilling anything. "I didn't see no horses--but the one he was ridin'."