CHAPTER XIV 



ALL HEROES BUT ONE 



Awe rode up the slope of Buckskin, the sunrise 

 glinted red-gold through the aisles of frosted 

 pines, giving us a hunter s glad greeting. 



With all due respect to, and appreciation of, the 

 breaks of the Siwash, we unanimously decided that 

 if cougars inhabited any other section of canon coun 

 try, we preferred it, and were going to find it. We 

 had often speculated on the appearance of the rim 

 wall directly across the neck of the canon upon which 

 we were located. It showed a long stretch of breaks, 

 fissures, caves, yellow crags, crumbled ruins and clefts 

 green with pinon pine. As a crow flies, it was only 

 a mile or two straight across from camp, but to 

 reach it, we had to ascend the mountain and head the 

 canon which deeply indented the slope. 



A thousand feet or more above the level bench, 

 the character of the forest changed; the pines grew 

 thicker, and interspersed among them were silver 

 spruces and balsams. Here in the clumps of small 

 trees and underbrush, we began to jump deer, and 



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