LETTER XI. i2i 



the Admiral is shooting on the other side, beyond 

 where Mr. C. ' (another solitaire) * has his camp, 

 right back amongst the mountains ?' 



' Nawitka, yes/ replied the boy, stopping in 

 his occupation of adorning his old straw hat with 

 the feathers of grouse and a stray eagle's feather 

 he had found. 



' Well ; did you ever shoot there ?' 



' No ; never.' 



' Could you find your way there ?' 



' No ; I don't think so.' 



Toma evidently did not want to go. 



' Well, Toma,' I concluded, in a tone of de- 

 cision, ' come along back to camp to get ready ; 

 we wih 1 go down to the river to-night and camp 

 there ; to-morrow we will try to get to that 

 shoulder.' 



That night we camped by the river, wherein, 

 to my utter surprise, bitterly cold though it was, 

 my little Indian bathed bodily. Of course I 

 followed so good an example ; and caught a nice 

 basket of trout afterwards, with a hazel pole for 

 a rod. I could see a big spotted fellow lying in 

 the clear still water behind a great boulder, and 

 tried to tempt him with a wonderful scarlet 

 worm of india-rubber, which I bought long ago, 

 and have carried unused for many a year. The 

 ridiculous thing nearly gave that trout a fit, and 



