INTER-OCEAN HUNTING TALES 



the morning start. The next day I rose bright 

 and early to commence the final stage of the 

 journey. When the last pack had been 

 "cinched" and everything was in readiness, 

 we began our journey to the hunting grounds. 

 It was a long, monotonous ride much of it 

 through thick timber with no stop for lunch 

 or rest, because the heavily laden beasts could 

 not lie down with their packs on, and we did 

 not care to delay them. At length, after 

 crossing a rocky ravine and a swift-running 

 stream and climbing a steep ascent, we arrived 

 at Two-Ocean Pass. There we found an 

 ideal spot to camp. In a short time every- 

 thing was unpacked, and the two tents were 

 pitched. The tired beasts that had borne the 

 brunt of the work tumbled over and rubbed 

 their backs in the dust and snorted with 

 delight. 



The next morning I started out on horse- 

 back with Sheffield, while the ranchman, 

 Shives, whom I had engaged as cook and 

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