62 A SPORTSMAN'S EDEN. 



of the willow-berries, just before hybernation 

 actually begins. I tell these stories because I 

 think local traditions of the habits of game are 

 always worth listening to, even if you cannot 

 believe in all of them. 



Good-bye ; the packs are fixed, S.'s pipe is 

 lighted, and the train is moving off along the 

 trail, while Buckskin is tugging at her tether and 

 looking unutterable things at me, because I do 

 not invite her to join the march. 



Thine, etc., 



C. P. W. 



