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self of liis talent of breaking door fastenings, to .enjoy a feast 

 of green ' ' roughness. " 



We were all up at four-thirty, and after having had breakfast on 

 the porch before sun-up, were again in the saddle and started up 

 the trail for Little Bald and the top of Thunderhead. We left 

 Uncle Quill's at five forty-five and made a quick trip to the top 



ABANDONED STII.L NEAR QUILI. ROSE'S CABIN 



and down the other side along Boat mountain over the old Ander- 

 son road, headed for Townsend. We stopped for an hour at our 

 last camp to cook dinner, and feed the mules, and lauded at 

 Townsend at two forty-five that afternoon, having made a twenty- 

 four mile hike. That was going some for both mules and men. 

 Mr. Wood had an engagement early the next morning at Bristol, 

 and caught the evening train to Knoxville. Mat and Bob hustled 

 the mules into a box car on an lip-the-river logging train, and 

 we all went back to Elkmont that afternoon, and Bud and I 

 reached Camp Gibson early the next morning. 



It was a great hike, and a wonderful panorama that we saw, but 

 it is beyond my powers of description to tell the story adequately. 

 Suffice it to say that it was so alluring that I am going to dupli- 

 cate the trip within the next few days, on which expedition I 

 hope to be accompanied by Chief Forester Graves and First Assist- 

 ant Hall. It must be known that this region is right in the henrt 



of the new Appalachian park that the government is acquiring, 

 and hence the heads of the Forest Service are particularly inter- 

 ested m the region. 



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Dr. Damon Oann sends me a chronicle of camp news. The most 

 interesting and at the same time pathetic thing that has happened 

 since I left, is that Ave Cogdill's famous plot hound John, who 

 was able to lick a bear single handed, has been monkeying around 

 Ave 's bear traps, and got caught in one of them. The result was 

 that the poor brute has lost a foreleg. He limped into camp on 

 three legs at midnight a few nights ago, half starved, and with 

 everv evidence that he had been in prison in the trap for a week. 

 The good doctors played the humanitarian act, and dressed his 

 stump with my best surgeons' bandages, antiseptic powder, perox- 

 ide of hydrogen and zinc ointment, and fed the poor famished 

 brute, after which the}' conveyed him back to his owner three 



THE STOP rOR DINNER ON THE ANDERSON ROAD 



miles down the trail. It's too bad. John was a good dog, and I 

 hope if Ave ever gets another one half as good, he will take 

 heed of the law, and cut out his bear-trap foolishness, and hunt 

 bears on the level. 



It's doing some stunts at raining at camp right now — likewise at 

 Chicago. H. H. Gibson. 



QUII.L ROSE'S PRIMITIVE GRIST MILL 



MEIGS MOINTAIN FROM ANDERSON ROAD THE EDITOR AND BOB LOST IN THE FOG 



