INTER-OCEAN HUNTING TALES 



diminishing fall of snow the sun gradually 

 diffused its light, and presently the atmos- 

 phere cleared up, and the entire landscape was 

 revealed to view as though a great white sheet 

 concealing nature's panorama had been pulled 

 aside. On a ledge jutting out from the base 

 of the precipice, about two hundred feet be- 

 low, I observed the shapely form of a deer 

 with a fawn lying on the rock alongside of it. 

 As far as the eye could distinguish, a great 

 forest of aspen with white trunks and branches 

 sparsely decorated with yellow leaves, filled 

 the valley. Dense masses of pines, which 

 completely covered the steep mountain sides, 

 except where the ragged projections broke 

 through, formed a dark setting to the brilliant 

 landscape which lay between. My reverie 

 was finally broken by a voice nearby: "Well, 

 pardner, it's pretty late and we are a long 

 way from camp." Traveling in that rough 

 country after dark is not attractive to one who 

 is not looking for trouble. So I mounted my 

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