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horse rest. Suddenly the clear report of Woods' rifle broke 

 the stillness. Echoing and reechoing followed until the 

 last sound rumbled along the mountain and died away. The 

 sharp cry of an eagle made me turn my head in time to see 

 the bird dash by like an arrow, but not a deer appeared. 

 I kept on straining my eyes to see the glossy coats of deer 

 gliding through the forest below me, but was continually 

 doomed to disappointment, so I mounted my horse and 

 started for camp. 



Gaining the top of a mountain I could again see the 

 summit of the mountain that I had named last year. Far 

 beyond were the headwaters of Ten Sleep and Paint Rock. 

 Hurriedly I pressed on until I gained the north side of the 

 mountain, finding the snow so deep and cold that my horse 

 could scarcely keep his feet. I dismounted and led the way, 

 taking a course which I thought would bring me out at the 

 Canyon Creek crossing. Hungry and tired I found the 

 camp, but all the boys had gone hunting. I prepared sup- 

 per and was doing some good work when Woods came in 

 exhausted. He had not even a fawn to show for his inter- 

 view with the band of deer. 



The boys returned to camp, Cal coming in last, and I 

 could see by the blood showing around his finger nails that 

 he had killed something. He admitted having secured a 

 couple of black-tail deer and we paid him the honor of mak- 

 ing the first kill. We spent the night here, and, in the morn- 

 ing, while Cal and Mr. Fender went after the slain deer, 

 the rest of us oiled the wagons, broke camp, and started for 

 the middle branch of Lee Creek. After settling on a loca- 

 tion for a camp, Woods, Chappell and I took our horses to 

 see if we could also locate the elks for tomorrow's hunt. 

 We set out on a brisk gallop, dashing over sagebrush, 

 stones and numerous other obstacles. At the south of old 



