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camp we would have a tent as well as the other camp outfit, but 

 we found Mr. Nettel's shack all right. We took a train to near a 

 place called Orofino on the Clearwater River in Idaho where we 

 repacked our outfit, putting it into sacks. 



We engaged a man with two pack horses to take our plunder 

 to camp which we found to be all right, and I wish to say that 

 this was the farthest up the gulch in the Rockies that I had been 

 at that time. 



I found my friend all right on the trout question, for trout 

 were so plenty it was no sport to catch them. The next morning 

 after we were in camp we climbed to what Mr. Nettel called the 

 bench, but I thought it was the moon. We had hardly got to the 

 level, or bench, when we say plenty of elk tracks so we followed 

 in the direction in which the fresh trails seemed to lead. 



We had not gone far when I noticed something moving in the 

 underbrush, which might have been taken for a rocking chair for 

 all that I could tell. We stood still a few moments when three 

 elk came out in sight. We watched them feed for a few minutes, 

 then made a noise like a deer blowing, and the elk stopped feeding, 

 stood and listened and looked about for danger; Mr. Nettel again 

 snorted and the elk trotted off. 



We now separated a little and began walking across the bench. 

 We had not gone far when I saw two buck deer feeding and shot 

 one of them. Mr. Nettel soon came to me and we took the 

 entrails out of the deer and drew the carcass down to camp where 

 we sure had venison as well as trout. 



The man who packed our outfit up the gulch for us had a little 

 whiffet dog with him, and in some manner he neglected to take the 

 dog back with him. We were a little worried at first because 

 the man had left the dog with us, but later I at least was pleased 

 that the dog was with us. 



We had dressed the deer and hung the meat up on trees near 

 the shack. The second night after we had the deer hanging up, 

 along in the night the dog kept growling so that after a time, as 

 the moon was shining, I thought I would get up and see what was 

 worrying the pup. When I opened the shack door the pup lit out 

 like shot from a shovel, and I could see the outline of some animal 



