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backwards and forwards between La Palisse and
Moulins.
—Now, as we never made any time worth
bragging about, and as we had a climb of nine-
teen kilometres to St. Martin still before us, we
waited to hear no more of the feats of French
champions.
We left La Palisse, and rode up a narrow pass,
hills, now bare and rocky, now soft and purple
with heather, on every side, in company with
peasants going home from the fair.-
“ Is there a third seat ? ” asked one.
“ It walks ! ” cried another.
—The ascent was so gradual and the gradient
so easy that only once was I forced to get down
and walk.—But what’s wrong now? The lamp of
course. Three times did it fall on the road just as
we were going at good pace. Once J-picked
it up quietly; next he kicked it and beat it in
place with a stone; the third time, “ Let it lie
there ! ” said he. A peasant stopped to get it,
examined it, and—put it in his pocket.—The road
wound slowly up to St. Martin.—La Pacaudiere,
the next village, was seven kilometres farther on,
and there was but one short hill to climb on the
way, a boy told us. And so to La Pacaudiere
we went.
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backwards and forwards between La Palisse and
Moulins.
—Now, as we never made any time worth
bragging about, and as we had a climb of nine-
teen kilometres to St. Martin still before us, we
waited to hear no more of the feats of French
champions.
We left La Palisse, and rode up a narrow pass,
hills, now bare and rocky, now soft and purple
with heather, on every side, in company with
peasants going home from the fair.-
“ Is there a third seat ? ” asked one.
“ It walks ! ” cried another.
—The ascent was so gradual and the gradient
so easy that only once was I forced to get down
and walk.—But what’s wrong now? The lamp of
course. Three times did it fall on the road just as
we were going at good pace. Once J-picked
it up quietly; next he kicked it and beat it in
place with a stone; the third time, “ Let it lie
there ! ” said he. A peasant stopped to get it,
examined it, and—put it in his pocket.—The road
wound slowly up to St. Martin.—La Pacaudiere,
the next village, was seven kilometres farther on,
and there was but one short hill to climb on the
way, a boy told us. And so to La Pacaudiere
we went.
In