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ought to be grizzly bear and sheep up there, and mule 

 deer, tool " 



We took the 4x7 silk tent, an axe, a small tin pail, a 

 small piece of bacon, a little chocolate, sugar, bread and 

 a can of tongue; our rifles, a small camera, one blanket, 

 and that was all. Knowing that it would be a hard climb 

 up, and one equally difficult coming down, we left behind 

 every ounce that could be spared. Charlie even declined 

 to take a blanket, but with needle and thread I quickly 

 converted my best blanket into a first-rate sleeping-bag, 

 and took it on my back. 



We went up the bed of a creek that came plunging 

 down into Avalanche Valley, just below our camp; and 

 of all the down timber — ! The narrow valley was filled 

 with it; and being unable to go under it, or through it, we 

 had to go over it, by walking the logs as they lay. It 

 was both difficult and dangerous. I had one hand free, 

 but how Charlie could risk it with a heavy pack on his 

 back, a sharp axe in one hand, and a rifle in the other, 

 was a mystery. We not only had to run the logs, but it 

 was necessary to climb at the same time; and the combina- 

 tion was far from easy. 



At last we climbed above the down timber, and en- 

 tered upon slide-rock; and over that we climbed on up 

 through a gloomy notch in the rocks. Beyond that lay a 

 basin filled with green timber, which Charlie scrutinized. 



*' By the amount of water coming out of that basin," 

 said he, " I think there must be a lake in there, some- 

 where." 



In the Adirondacks, and other places wherein water 



