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to venture far into the mountains, though there was really 

 very little danger, as these always went south when the cold 

 weather set in. We camped in a narrow valley by a small 

 stream, with a glacier filling up the end of it, and an enormous 

 rock formed a capital shelter for the camp. The first day we 

 all went out together, and left the tent and horses to look after 

 themselves, the only danger being from the many outlaws 

 among the woodchoppers, as a great number of men who had 

 escaped from justice took refuge here, as it was a perfectly 

 safe asylum. 



For some time we saw no game, till suddenly we heard a 

 rattling among the stones, and on looking up saw seven or 

 eight deer (whitetails) galloping along the side of the mountain 

 through some fir-trees, and about a hundred yards above us. 

 Houston was off in a moment, and the eighteen-pounder raised 

 and fired, the buck he aimed at being evidently hit, when 

 waiting till he passed an open spot about fifteen feet wide 

 Houston fired again, and down he rolled into the track we were 



on. Later in the day F killed a second buck, seeing several 



more, as game was very plentiful, and we saw elk-tracks in all 



directions. The next day F and Houston went out, and 



I remained to take care of camp, and when they returned, 



bringing one whitetail, F told me that the only chance 



Houston had during the day was at this deer, which stood 

 behind a large tree so that only the head and a small portion 

 of the shoulder was visible, and though the distance was more 

 than two hundred yards, he killed it at the first shot. Before 

 Houston left camp we tried to get him to run his mare against 

 mine; but he refused to do so, as he said he should feel so 

 badly if she were beaten. 



