IN COLORADO. 277 



It only needed the stimulus of such a letter as this 

 to cause the naturalist to drop all hesitation, and a 

 month later, September 22d, Dyche, with the judge 

 and doctor, started from Denver and met Jim, with 

 his band of twelve horses, at Glenwood Springs. No 

 time was lost here, and the train was moving up the 

 trail that same afternoon. 



For three hours the party climbed the mountain, 

 but saw no sign of the cow-trail which had been 

 indicated as a place to turn aside for wood and 

 water and a good camping-place for the night. 

 After nine o'clock a pond was found, and here the 

 train was stopped and camp pitched. While the 

 judge and Jim arranged the tent the doctor and 

 Dyche went foraging for fuel, and soon returned to 

 camp dragging what they supposed to be the top of 

 a dead tree. When the supposed wood was thrown 

 on the fire it was discovered that the dried bones of a 

 horse would not burn, and a hearty laugh went round 

 at the expense of the professor of anatomy and the 

 physician who could not tell bones from wood. Nor 

 did the joke fail to keep throughout the expedition. 



Supper was followed by those countless tales of 

 hunting adventure which are best told by the blaz- 

 ing camp-fire beneath the mountain pines. All next 

 day they travelled through a beautiful mountain 

 country until five in the afternoon, when a little 

 park, in the middle of which stood two tall pines, 

 was reached. Here was an ideal spot for a camp. 

 That ubiquitous tin can, evidence of the march 

 of civilisation, was found, and near the centre of 

 the park was a miniature monument composed of 



