Big Game in the Rockies 



After breakfast, as we proposed to take a 

 long* day's trip, we took our horses with us. 

 Riding up to the head of the stream we were 

 on, looking for bears, no signs were to be 

 seen, though plenty of sheep were in sight 

 all the time. Riding on, away above the 

 canon some six or eight miles we could see 

 some elk. We closely scanned the neigh- 

 boring heights, but still no sign of bears. 

 Finally, we turned off and worked our way 

 clear up on top of the mountain, determined 

 to see the country anyway. Slowly we 

 climbed upward, skyward, dragging our 

 weary horses after us, until at noon we were 

 nearly up and concluded to lunch at the 

 little rill of melted snow that came from a 

 big drift on the mountain-side. 



To get to it, though, we were obliged to 

 cross the drift, and Woody led the way with 

 his favorite horse, old Rock, in tow ; and here 

 was where my laugh came in, to see those 

 two floundering through that drift. At times, 

 all I could see of Rock was the tips of his 

 ears. The crust was just strong enough to 

 hold Woody up if he went " easy," but he 

 could not go easy with the horse plunging 



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