150 EARLY DAY STORIES. 



CHAPTER XX. 

 A Hunting Trip to Wyoming Continued. 



We were up the next morning as soon as daylight be- 

 gan to streak the eastern sky, and while one of us changed 

 the pony to a place where the pasturage was fresh, the other 

 kindled the fire, put over the coffee pot, and began to make 

 ready for breakfast. It does not take long to get breakfast 

 when the bread is already on hand, and only coffee has to 

 be boiled and the bacon fried. We did not use what re- 

 mained of the sage hens, for what we had for supper was 

 enough for the whole trip. But the breakfast was good 

 and was thoroughly enjoyed. The best staple provisions for 

 the camp are bread, bacon and coffee, and whoever cannot 

 enjoy such a diet, had better not try camping out, except- 

 ing in his own dooryard. Our appetites were good, our 

 spirits buoyant and elastic, our hopes high; everything so 

 far having worked to our advantage, and whether the hunt 

 for game was successful or not, we believed, if the weather 

 held good, that our outing would be a grand success. We 

 did not really expect to get much game, and in fact did not 

 care to, but we hoped to get a deer or two just to have a 

 taste of venison, and to add variety and zest to what was 

 already becoming an interesting trip. 



That forenoon the only mishap occurred that happened 

 during the whole trip. Something went wrong, we did not 

 know what, and the pony began to buck, and he kept it up 

 in the most strenuous manner, until a part of the pack was 

 scattered around on the ground and the balance, with the 

 saddle, was under his belly. All at once he quit as sudden- 

 ly as he begun, and standing very quiet, allowed us to re- 

 arrange and repack the luggage, which we did this time 



