INTER-OCEAN HUNTING TALES 



fit out an expedition. I chartered a prairie 

 schooner and secured two horses which the 

 guide said he could get for nothing. I was 

 willing, however, to pay for what I got, but 

 was put off with some dignity. The old say- 

 ing, "Never look a gift horse in the mouth" 

 seems somewhat in point, so I will be sparing 

 of comments. It was a very safe team, but 

 not much at annihilating space. A young 

 man was engaged as cook. There was no 

 other addition to the party, save an old one- 

 eyed dog. 



A long, wearisome day's travel brought us 

 to a sheet of water which surrounded the 

 lodge. This resulted from the great quantity 

 of moisture that had accumulated from heavy 

 rainfalls. The cook rode ahead, exploring 

 the way. The team tremulously negotiated 

 the pass, but were soon in difficulties. One 

 of them falling down in about four feet of 

 water energetically strove to rise. Legrand, 

 jumping into the icy water, began to fix the 

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