24 Rod, Gun, and Palette in the High Rockies 



for his mates on the river not far from camp. Floating up out 

 of the darkness beyond the ruddy circle of the fire before the 

 messtent, it is a sound eloquent of the open and the mystery of 

 the wild night. 



After supper again came the continuing card game by the 

 two seniors in camp life, on the end of the messtent table, to the 

 accompaniment of much tobacco, and under the interested super- 

 intendence of Fred and Jay, the while the artist busily scribbled 

 down impressions and in turn contemplated the campfire, and the 

 wavering into sight and out again of the surrounding pines beneath 

 which the horses quietly munched their feed, in the alternate 

 leaping and falling of the flames. 



We slept, inducted into our slumbers by the grateful warmth 

 of a small square sheet-iron camp stove in one corner of the sleep- 

 ing tent, tended for some time beforehand by the genial Whit- 

 man, to dissipate the storm-bred damp. 



THINGS ABOUT CAMP 



Wednesday the sixteenth. 



"The hunt is up, the hunt is up, 

 And it is well-nigh day. 

 And Harry our King is gone hunting 

 To bring his deer to bay. 



To bring his deer to bay. 



"The eeist is bright with morning light. 

 And darkness it is fled; 

 And the lusty horn calls up the morn 

 From off his lazy bed. 



From off his lazy bed." 



Thus the artist, at the top of his voice, for the grateful 

 titillation of his own satisfied ears and the awakening of his fel- 

 lows, the morning after arrival in camp. 



William rolled lazily over and grinned amiably. 



" Where 'd you learn that, Jimmy?" queried Art. 



** It's an old hunting song of the eighth Harry's time we used 

 to sing in chorus when I was a kid at school." 



"Fine," commended William. "Now, you learn this," and 



