40 A Hunting Trip 



flying in every direction, and gathering up the 

 remains carefully I wrapped them up in my 

 handkerchief, and felt better, for I knew I 

 had a scanty supper in my pocket. It was 

 snowing hard and the gloomy shades of night 

 prevented me from going very fast, but I 

 trudged along up the slope of the ridge where 

 I expected to see camp. Peeping over the top, 

 you can imagine my disappointment when 

 everything looked stranger than ever. I then 

 said to myself, " Well, I 'm in for the night 

 alone with a camp-fire at my feet." With 

 this chance in view I was looking around for 

 a suitable place to camp for the night. Wood 

 for a fire being scarce, I decided to cross the 

 next little divide, and as I reached the top and 

 looked into the valley, to my great surprise I 

 beheld the white canvas of our tents nestled 

 snugly in the little ravine on the western ex- 

 posure of camp. To say I was pleased is put- 

 ting it mildly. Dinner was almost ready and 

 how I did enjoy the mutton, ptarmigan, etc. 

 The Indian guide did not return until long 

 after nightfall. 



The last three days were simply beautiful — 



