TWENTY YEARS IN THE ROCKIES. 2QI 



screams to scare us away. Our next move was to make a 

 travoise. After carefully selecting two long tamarack sap- 

 lings, we bound them together with ropes and attached a 

 crosspiece on which to fasten the elk. Finally we were 

 ready to start, and what a start it was. One pony was first 

 hitched on, then two more ahead of him, but the animals ut- 

 terly refused to pull such a load. At last we managed to 

 set out,, going over stones, trees, logs and brush, until we 

 reached the bottom, where the load lodged against a big 

 pine log. Over this log we could not get, so we had to give 

 up our plan. To reach camp we had hundreds of worse 

 places to cross. 



After we had photographed the elk, we soon cut it up, 

 packed the ponies and started for camp. Our delay had 

 made us late, but when we got on top of the divide our pack 

 horses were working well, and as we were nearing Five 

 Points I took a snap-shot of them, just as the sun was 

 dropping down over the mountains. We reached camp 

 eventually and piled up our game, which comprised one elk 

 and seven deer. Cal Jennings and Mr. Woods had killed 

 the deer, and the elk was credited to me. This was the end 

 of our Lee Creek hunt. The next day we pulled out for 

 Canyon Creek crossing, where we camped. 



While traveling toward the Canyon Creek we went 

 ahead on the saddle horses and carefully hunted over some 

 fine country, but failed to even make a score. When we 

 reached Canyon Creek it was still early in the afternoon, 

 so we decided to make one more effort for game. Mr. 

 Woods, who had left us on account of urgent business, had 

 lost the best part of the hunt, and all of us missed him. 

 Jennings and Chappell left Fender and myself to pursue 

 whatever course or direction we thought best, but, as there 

 appeared to be no choice, we took the west side of the 

 mountain while they took the east. 



