The Last of the Plainsmen 



&quot; I ve heard the trail is a bad one,&quot; said Lawson, 

 &quot; an though I never seen it, I reckon it could be 

 found. After we get to the Saddle we ll build two 

 fires on one of the high points an keep them burnin 

 well after dark. If Mr. Bass, who lives on the other 

 side, sees the fires he ll come down his trail next 

 mornin an meet us at the river. He keeps a boat 

 there. This is takin a chance, but I reckon it s 

 worth while.&quot; 



So it was decided that Lawson and Frank would 

 try to get me out by way of the canon; Wallace 

 intended to go by the Utah route, and Jones was to 

 return at once to his range and his buffalo. 



That night round the campfire we talked over the 

 many incidents of the hunt. Jones stated he had 

 never in his life come so near getting his &quot; everlast 

 ing &quot; as when the big bay horse tripped on a canon 

 slope and rolled over him. Notwithstanding the 

 respect with which we regarded his statement we held 

 different opinions. Then, with the unfailing opti 

 mism of hunters, we planned another hunt for the 

 next year. 



&quot; I ll tell you what,&quot; said Jones. &quot; Up in Utah 

 there s a wild region called Pink Cliffs. A few poor 

 sheep-herders try to raise sheep in the valleys. They 

 wouldn t be so poor if it was not for the grizzly and 

 black bears that live on the sheep. We ll go up 



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