LETTER VII. 91 



LETTER VII. 



Bighorn Camp. 

 MY LEARNED FRIEND, 



Day after day to follow the deer in any 

 weather, no matter what winds buffet you, so 

 that they blow pure and full of health from 

 heaven and the hill-tops, is the keenest physical 

 enjoyment I have ever tasted ; but you might 

 find it far from enjoyable to follow my wander- 

 ings day by day on paper, so I will skim the 

 cream of my three weeks for you, and present my 

 experiences in small doses. 



The camp which we made our headquarters 

 was far above the hemlock-grove, at the very 

 head of a little gully, running up to a stern crest 

 of rock, which looked almost like an extinct 

 volcano. Our tents were pitched on opposite 

 sides of the great fire, and surrounded by a 

 thick clump of small pines, from which the gray 

 squirrels hung head downwards all day long, 

 vituperating us with the energy and endurance 



