110 EARLY DAY STORIES. 



On the way to camp four white-tail deer were jumped 

 up only a little way off to one side, and I fired twice at 

 them by moon light but without danger to the deer. When 

 within a mile of camp I came in sight of a fire that Hank 

 had built on a hill to light me in, having carried brush on 

 his shoulders a quarter of a mile for that purpose. The 

 venison steak for supper that night was well cooked, juicy 

 and delicious, the pancakes were excellent and the coffee 

 never better. Hank had had good luck too, having brought 

 down a fine white-tail buck with his shotgun. We now 

 had a good load, four deer and three elk, and the next day 

 after bringing in the game, we started for home by the 

 most direct route, going back through the southern part of 

 Holt county about a mile south of Willow lake. 



