A REMINISCENCE OF THE ROCKIES 



to Buford, and was informed, to my sur- 

 prise, that I had a journey by wagon of sixty 

 miles to make. This was my first experience 

 with the magnificent distances of the West. 

 The result was that I miscalculated the time 

 of meeting my guide by an entire day. When 

 I arrived at Buford on the evening of the next 

 day, my guide, whom I saw for the first time, 

 rode up on a mustang, seated in a big Mexican 

 saddle. With an easy air, as though we had 

 been acquainted all our lives, he expressed 

 his pleasure at meeting me and advised all 

 necessary arrangements for the morrow's start 

 on our hunt back in the mountains. 



It is interesting to notice how quickly and 

 skillfully an experienced man can pack a lot 

 of horses, apportioning the loads with great 

 fairness, and balancing the dead weight so 

 that it will ride easily on the backs of the not 

 overwilling animals. Packing seems easy, and 

 if you want to know how easy it is, try it. 

 After you have ridden a mile or so, perhaps, 

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