INTER-OCEAN HUNTING TALES 



clump of aspen trees, many of which, although 

 dead, were still standing. The aspen when 

 dead becomes exceedingly dry and light, and 

 makes a very hot and bright fire, but quickly 

 burns out, leaving a small quantity of ashes 

 to the amount of wood consumed. After the 

 evening meal, we piled the dead aspen wood 

 upon the fire until it formed a heap nearly as 

 high as our heads. The flames shot well into 

 the air and lighted up the landscape for a 

 considerable distance. Listening to the guide 

 spinning his yarns as we lay by the cheerful 

 blaze, the time slipped by rapidly. It may 

 not be out of place to relate one of the stories 

 my guide told me, as a sample of the kind 

 of intellectual treat they furnished. 



Among his acquaintances was a telegraph 

 operator at a place called Red Wing on the 

 Denver and Rio Grande Railroad. The 

 operator had taught the guide a smattering of 

 telegraphy, and the sequel will prove the truth 

 of the saying that "a little knowledge is a 



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