After Bighorn 



The absence of bird hf e was noticeable ; and 

 the entire road was traversed without seeing a 

 Uving creature except a sohtary sandpiper, 

 with its mottled gray body skimming over the 

 beautiful blue water in its zigzag flight. Down 

 into the canyon came the rays of the setting 

 sun over the snow-clad mountain-peaks, cast- 

 ing reflections into the depths of the crystal 

 blue. What a spot for the artist! How we 

 longed for the time to come when the kodak 

 shall be invented to reproduce those beautiful 

 tints ! 



About sundown, the horses, steaming hot, 

 reached the Grange, a second relay stop ; where 

 we had fresh horses and a bite to eat at the 

 wayside inn or rather ranch. Our driver, who 

 had had an invitation that evening to a little 

 gathering among the " wild-flowers " of the 

 mountain, coaxed, intimidated, and finally 

 threatened in order to dissuade us from going 

 the balance of the twenty-five miles to Lillooet. 

 In a conversation (overheard) with a young 

 lady he said, " O, them d Yankees are de- 

 termined to go to Lillooet to-night." So the 

 good time anticipated by the driver vanished. 



