Old Times in the Black Hills 
That night we went up to the new camp 
and sat around a blazing log-heap, listening 
to the news from “the States” until long after 
midnight. Kentuck we swung in a blanket, 
taking turn about carrying him home, and it 
was many weeks before he was again in con- 
dition to accompany me on a hunt. 
Roger D. Williams. 
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