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Two-Ocean Pass is now part of the National Forest 

 Reserve; settlers and miners have invaded the 

 ground where I killed bear and moose ; and steamers 

 ply on the lonely waters of Kootenai Lake. Of my 

 hunting companions some are alive ; others among 

 them my stanch and valued friend, Will Dow, and 

 crabbed, surly old Hank Griff en are dead; while 

 yet others have drifted away, and I know not what 

 has become of them. 



I have made no effort to indicate the best kind of 

 camp kit for hunting, for the excellent reason that it 

 depends so much upon the kind of trip taken, and 

 upon the circumstances of the person taking it. The 

 hunting trip may be made with a pack-train, or with 

 a wagon, or with a canoe, or on foot ; and the hunter 

 may have half a dozen attendants, or he may go ab- 

 solutely alone. I have myself made trips under all 

 of these circumstances. At times I have gone with 

 two or three men, several tents, and an elaborate 

 apparatus for cooking, cases of canned goods, and 

 the like. On the other hand, I have made trips on 

 horseback, with nothing whatsoever beyond what I 

 had on, save my oil-skin slicker, a metal cup, and 

 some hardtack, tea, and salt in the saddle pockets; 

 and I have gone for a week or two's journey on foot, 

 carrying on my shoulders my blanket, a frying-pan, 



