At the gates there was a crowd of people, peasants, women and drivers.
And the drivers herded the logs with all the skill of cowboys on the range.
And when they tired of driving, old Mr. King gave orders for the drivers to rest their horses.
The wagon train was a mile in the rear, and when it came up one of the drivers asked, "How are we going down there?"
Bull-teams of twenty yokes, long lines of pack-horses led by a bell-mare, mule-teams with a tinkling of bells and singing of the drivers, met the stage and passed with happy salute.