Hunting in Many Lands 



For several days we had hunted persever- 

 ingly, but without success, through the broken 

 country. We had come across tracks of moun- 

 tain sheep, but not the animals themselves, and 

 the few blacktail which we had seen had seen 

 us first and escaped before we could get within 

 shot. The only thing killed had been a white- 

 tail fawn, which Lambert had knocked over by 

 a very pretty shot as we were riding through a 

 long, heavily-timbered bottom. Four men in 

 stalwart health and taking much outdoor exer- 

 cise have large appetites, and the flesh of the 

 whitetail was almost gone. 



One evening Lambert and I hunted nearly 

 to the head of one of the creeks which opened 

 close to our camp, and, in turning to descend 

 what we thought was one of the side coulees 

 leading into it, we contrived to get over the 

 divide into the coulees of an entirely different 

 creek system, and did not discover our error 

 until it was too late to remedy it. We struck 

 the river about nightfall, and were not quite 

 sure where, and had six miles' tramp in the 

 dark along the sandy river bed and through 

 the dense timber bottoms, wading the streams 

 a dozen times before we finally struck camp, 

 tired and hungry, and able to appreciate to the 



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