Ham in
his fear and rage.
'To see that you are disrobed properly, Mr. Ham. If you will permit
it the medical gentleman here will decide whether upon such a
windless, sunny morning, you require all this raiment. At least you
will not require all this leather,' he exclaimed, as he drew out a
huge piece which had been fitted so as to cover the entire front of
the hero's body down to the hips. 'You don't consider wraps of this
sort necessary for a man with a cold, do you, doctor?' Harland asked,
turning to the medical gentleman.
'No; I have not during my practice seen such remedies for colds,'
the doctor replied, with a humorous twinkle in his eye. The high-bred
Mr. Ham was a most pitiable object to look upon as his friend
proceeded to divest him of a horse blanket.
'As a real guarantee against added chill, Mr. Ham should have
provided himself with a buffalo robe, Mr. Drummond.' Harland observed
--"skinny aide out and woolly side in," you know. We could not have
objected so much to that.'
'What!' gasped out the brave Mr. Ham, while a gleam of hope shot
through his eyes like a sunbeam, 'Mr. Drummond could ride away and
get me one in fifteen minutes.
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