4 A Hunting Trip 



and his square jaws tightened, as much as to 

 say " Well, I will give you a ride to-night for 

 your lives." 



The driver seemed after that to be anxious 

 for the start. Twirling his whip over his head, 

 with a crack, he shouted, " All aboard," as he 

 waved adieu to the little " wild-flower " blush- 

 ing in the evening twilight. 



The horses started with a dash, and the 

 ranchman shouted after us " Good-bye Joe, I 

 am sorry for you." 



The night was pleasant, with a soft breeze 

 blowing, the stars shining brightly; and as 

 the steeds warmed up with the crack of the 

 whip they just flew along. After a ride of 

 four or five miles we reached the Fraser River. 

 Looking into the canyon we could see a silver 

 streak no wider than a wagon road apparently, 

 which we knew was the foaming and seething 

 river as it rolled and tossed on its mad rush 

 to the sea. The steeper the grade the faster 

 went the horses and at times the curve was so 

 short that it seemed almost impossible to make 

 the turn. Occasionally we would come to an 

 ascent when the horses would slow up, then 



