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i ill the morrow, we kicked together the embers, arranged 

 afresh the light-wood knots, and soon had a delicious 

 aroma of coffee and venison enveloping us. Then to our 

 beds of pine boughs, to sleep as only tired hunters can. 

 Such was a representative day at Salt Lake ; one of 

 many with varied scenes and incidents. 



FEED BEVERLY. 



