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to a pearly-shelled Colchester without a black eye ; 

 and certainly a very strong one about the bill. How 

 have I wandered from Colorado to Colchester ? 

 Well, they both have pleasant memories. I re- 

 member ten or twelve years ago that Upper Estes 

 Park stream, a rare one to twist and to turn, a long 

 sharp rapid, ending in a swift eddy caused by the 

 water impinging on some harder bit of bank, forcing 

 it to turn back on itself and assume all the powers of 

 a mighty auger, scooping out a hole of from eight or 

 ten to an indefinite number of feet deep. These 

 used to be the spots sought after for our subglacial 

 fishing, particularly if they were covered with a good 

 sound glazing of smooth black ice. Hobble up 

 your horse in the most sheltered spot you can find ; 

 deep snow used to be almost unknown in these 

 regions, and there is always a bit of grass or red 

 willow-shoot for him to amuse himself with. Peer 

 about to make sure that there is not a bighorn any- 

 where handy among the rocks ; plentiful enough 

 in those days, one would have as soon thought of 

 going fishing without a hook or an axe as without a 

 rifle. Then to business. 



First, endue yourself with all the old saddle 

 blankets, sacks, and such like gear which you have 

 been able to convey from Griffy, the Welshman, 

 down the valley, — he who shot Mountain Jim and 

 then rode thirty miles to the nearest J. P. and took 

 out a warrant against him. It is wonderful how 

 warm in the hardest frost an old sack will keep your 



