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McNally map of the country, and asking him to mark out the 

 road on that he said : " Oh, put that away ! Do you know 

 how them maps are made ? Some eastern college fellows come 

 out here and they travel along until they come to a stream. 

 After they cross it they dismount and say, ' what is the name 

 of this river ? ' Then they sit down and draw a crooked line 

 the way they imagine it flows and call that a map of the coun- 

 try. If they find a stream that has no name they give it their 

 own and go on." No one in that country used maps and \\v 

 soon discarded our own, for we found that in this matter, at 

 least, Mr. Reynolds was right. No map that we have seen 

 correctly portrays Routt County. 



We have related these stories as they were written that 

 evening in our notes, and the reader of history may prove them 

 true or false. Prosperity has smiled sufficiently upon Mr. 

 Reynolds that he might spend the last days of his life in town 

 and in comfort, but the romance of his life made him a wanderer, 

 and he will draw his parting breath among the mountains and 

 away from the common paths of men. He sat on the porch of 

 that little cabin and waved us a farewell, then turned to look 

 out upon the mountains where more than a hundred head of 

 fine horses which he owned were grazing. We saw him again 

 on our return, and he smiled a smile of satisfaction when we 

 told him that we had found everything as he had said in the 

 country beyond. We again bade him farewell, regretting that 

 we could not learn more of his eventful life and give something 

 of his knowledge to the historians. Many times since then my 

 mind has gone back to that lonely figure with its head bowed 

 at times over a cane, yet erect and straight as the northern pine 

 when he stood to bid us God speed. 'Tis a lonely figure in the 

 wilderness, a simple, faithful being upon whom sorrow fell in 

 youth, but failed to embitter and who has traveled on during 

 almost eighty years faithfully doing service on the frontier. I 

 see him now calmly awaiting the summons of the death angel, 

 a pathetic figure about whose mystic life a worthy pen might 

 weave tales equaling those Cooper related of the times when 

 the East was a frontier similar to the one Mr. Reynolds found 

 in the West in his youth. 



