A REMINISCENCE OF THE ROCKIES 



ionally practiced on the "fool grouse" a 

 bird very similar in appearance to our Eastern 

 partridge, but about the tamest game I have 

 ever shot. I could generally have three trials 

 at one before it would move. I would pace 

 off the proper space, and then aim at the head. 

 The flesh was not particularly delicate, and 

 would certainly not please the palate of an 

 epicure. 



One day as we were traveling in a blinding 

 snow flurry, we came to a precipice thickly 

 fringed with undergrowth and small trees. 

 Impelled by curiosity, I got off my horse and 

 went near the edge to get a view of the coun- 

 try below. The waving tops of the pines 

 beneath were barely visible, the force of the 

 wind coming through the great long valley 

 at my feet, sounded like the hollow roar of 

 the ocean. As I stood upon the cliff, gratify- 

 ing my fancy with the weird and strange im- 

 pressions the surroundings made upon me, 

 the storm began to abate, and through the 

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