128 HUNTING SPORTS OF THE WEST. 



weary limbs after the exertions of the day, and were soon 

 sound asleep, with our dogs beside us. 



As we were not yet on our intended ground, we rose 

 early, descended the mountain, crossed the Hurricane, 

 and fixed upon a spot for a night's camp, where we left 

 Conwell's horse, with our blankets and provisions. Here 

 we separated to mount the hill on different routes. The 

 Hurricane is a mountain stream, taking its name from a 

 hurricane which raged near its mouth some time ago, 

 leaving traces that are still visible. It runs into the 

 Mulberry, and flows with it into the Arkansas. 



Conwell went to the left, I to the right ; the hill was 

 in places so steep, that I was obliged to lift the dog up 

 before me. At length I gained a flat terrace. The 

 terrace formation is characteristic of these mountains; 

 seen from below they do not appear very high, because 

 only the top of the next division is visible ; but when one 

 is surmounted, another and another arises, and people 

 maintain that when you come to the highest there is al- 

 ways one more. 



The terrace on which I found myself was about one 

 hundred and eighty paces wide. Advancing cautiously 

 towards the middle, keeping a sharp look-out, I perceived 

 a" doe quietly grazing, and coming towards me. I whist- 

 led, she stopped, bounded upwards with the shot, ran 

 about fifty paces towards me, and fell dead. She was in 

 excellent condition I hung her up, and went on. At 

 the end of the terrace, where a spring dashed down the 

 rock, I observed signs of a bear; he had turned over 

 several stones to find worms, and had bitten off some of 

 the bushes to make a bed ; seeing nothing more, I re- 



