270 ADVENTURES OF DR. ALLEN. 



"I don't hunt with them kind of fellows." 



We had a good laugh over the surprise. Chappell had 

 failed to bring down his deer, so that put an end to my hopes 

 of fresh meat for supper. We were now two or three miles 

 from camp and had come directly together in the heart of the 

 forest, a mile from where we agreed to meet. "Never shoot 

 at any game until you can see it wink," was a lesson I was 

 thoroughly taught when a boy, and I should have surely 

 killed my companion if I had fired contrary to this rule. 



When we reached camp supper was ready, and we did 

 it ample justice. In the evening we listened as Cal told 

 where to find the alleged band of bulls, then the exact loca- 

 tion of the cows and calves and also- of the rimrock, where 

 deer were in number "like flies at a meat market." But I had 

 hunted the mountains in palmier days than these, and knew 

 that game would be hard to find in such fine weather. The 

 pleasant campfire and our warm beds were just the thing 

 for us that night. 



After a refreshing sleep and a warm breakfast, we con- 

 tinued our march, having about the same luck as the day be- 

 fore, except that Chappell tried ti extract a shell from his 

 rifle and broke the shell extractor. He said this would surely 

 hoodoo him for the trip. Presently when we came to some 

 thick pine trees I saw a grouse, dismounted and fired a shot 

 at it. The feathers flew from its body in a great cloud, and 

 I thought I had torn a whole wing off, but, as no one of our 

 party saw the bird fly, and it could not be found in the tree 

 where I had located it, we came to the conclusion that it had 

 dematerialised. 



Our journey now became more interesting. The scenery 

 was wilder. Civilization was farther behind us. After go- 

 ing a few miles we found some elk signs and here Chappell 

 and I took a turn through the mountains. We saw that the 



