Told in the Firelight 



Camp was reached at sun-down. 

 The supper a Lucullus feast! A cloud- 

 less night; in fact, a night above the 

 clouds came on, and, as a full moon 

 shed its glory over all, the logs and 

 stumps and boughs of pine and spruce 

 and fir, piled high upon the rocks, soon 

 flashed their flaming message to the 

 skies. And by and by the fire burns 

 low. The coyotes are barking down 

 there where the ponies graze, and a 

 story of the West that is no more has 

 forced itself upon me. 



The round-up at the Seven Pastures 

 and another we had subsequently seen 

 had been among our late experiences. 

 Old-timers like Burnett and Hess over 

 there near Buffalo will tell you these 

 are but tame affairs in these degenerate 

 days, but still they are not altogether 

 wanting even now in interest. The 

 various participating outfits have the 

 cattle well in hand gathered from the 

 four quarters. Some have already 

 reached the appointed place, and way 



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