LETTER VIII. 103 



to the hunters than to the ram. The camp 

 altogether is sad to-night. My young Scotch 

 friend W. met a small band of the big black 

 wolves which have been molesting our horses 

 lately, and unfortunately found them, as some 

 men find the rabbits at home, quite a foot too 

 short for shooting. So he is sad over misused 

 opportunities, while I sadly think of the morrow. 

 The laugh is on the other side our camp fire to- 

 night. 



Yours gloomily, 



C. P. W. 



