KARL MAY Despite the practice from the long ride, Bob had not become a better rider. The skin of his legs was not toughened. He was raw from riding and sat on his horse now feeling even more miserable than before. Interminably groaning ah and oh, he slid from one side of the saddle to the other. He moaned and groaned in endless variations, and making terrible faces, he assured everyone that he would take dreadful revenge on the Sioux for his torments. He had made himself a cushion from cut bluegrass in order to soften the seat. However, since he was not able to fasten this cushion securely to the back of the horse, it slid off from time to time, and he slid with it, so that he landed on the ground at fairly regular intervals... May, Karl. "Amongst Vultures", p.110 Verlag Ueberreuter, 1951

CHAPS Still a "Greenhorn", Clark decided one day for his ride to the postoffice that he should wear some chaps. Someone offered him a pair of solid leather ones with lots of brass studs. He tried them on and they seemed to fit alright but someone told them they were on backwards, and that the pockets should go to the back. Needless to say, his ride to the postoffice was most uncomfortable. Sitting on a hard stock saddle on the brass studs must have been quite an ordeal. However, he was still wearing them when he came into the post office. Mrs. Denning immediately noticed him. "Well Clark, how are you? I see you're wearing chaps today." "Yes", he said, "but I find them a bit uncomfortable. I don't think I'll be wearing them back home." Mrs. Denning felt sorry for him and told him the boys were pulling his leg again.