On to the Siwash 



to us with two sixty-pound Persian lambs. We 

 feasted at suppertime on meat which was sweet, juicy, 

 very tender and of as rare a flavor as that of the 

 Rocky Mountain sheep. 



My state after supper was one of huge enjoyment, 

 and with intense interest I awaited Frank s first spar 

 for an opening. It came presently, in a lull of the 

 conversation. 



&quot; Saw a big rattler run under the cabin to-day,&quot; 

 he said, as if he were speaking of one of Old Baldy s 

 shoes. &quot; I tried to get a wnack at him, but he oozed 

 away too quick.&quot; 



u Shore I seen him often,&quot; put in Jim. Good, 

 old, honest Jim, led away by his trickster comrade! 

 It was very pbin. So I was to be frightened by 

 snakes. 



4 These old canon beds are ideal dens for rattle 

 snakes,&quot; chimed in my scientific California friend. 

 &quot; I have found several dens, but did not molest them, 

 as this is a particularly dangerous time of the year to 

 meddle with the reptiles. Quite likely there s a den 

 under the cabin.&quot; 



While he made this remarkable statement, he had 

 the grace to hide his face in a huge puff of smoke. 

 He, too, was in the plot. I waited for Jones to come 

 out with some ridiculous theory or fact concerning 

 the particular species of snake, but as he did not 



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