ADVENTURES OF DR. ALLEN 



OR 



TWENTY YEARS IN THE ROCKIES 



CHAPTER L 



MY EARLY ADVENTURES My first chipmunk gray squirrels skill with the 

 rifle leaving home my mother's gift, a Bible starting for the Black 

 Hills my first deer prospecting. 



I am impelled to write of my adventures in the far 

 West, and of the many strange and thrilling incidents 

 through which I have passed, but my thoughts recur with 

 persistent obstinacy to my childhood, so I will give a brief 

 retrospect of those early events which did much to shape the 

 course of my subsequent days. 



My father died when I was two years of age, and from 

 this time my childhood days were spent at the farm of my 

 uncle, Samuel Guiler, near Freedom, Noble county, Ohio. 

 My uncle was a Christian,, unwisely generous and a true 

 sportsman. Hence it is that I was imbued with the spirit of 

 sportsmanship. But, had it not been for my innate love for 

 the gun, I never would have become proficient in its use in 

 the small amount of time allotted to such sport in farm life. 

 My first killing was a chipmunk when I was seven years 



