steam-heated Pullman to camping in 

 snow, and it takes a few days to get 

 used to such a shock. We told tales as 

 weird as the scene, until far into the 

 night. The next morning the sun was 

 bright, but the cook had to cut a hole 

 in the ice blanket over the brook to 

 get water. We dared not linger at our 

 robber camp, for at any time a big snow- 

 storm might come that would cover 

 the Wind River Divide, which we had 

 to cross, with snow too deep for the 

 horses to travel. 



Two days later, the weather still 

 promising well, we decided to camp for 

 a few days on the Upper Wiggin's 

 Fork to hunt. It was a lovely spot; 

 one of those little grassy parks which 

 but for the uprising masses of mountains 

 and towering trees might have sur- 

 rounded your country home. 





