40 Rod, Gun, and Palette in the High Rockies 



spanning the entire visible heaven from north to south, its crown 

 almost at the zenith, shone in a seven fold spectral splendor 

 brighter even than the golden loveliness of the landscape framed 

 within its triumphal sweep. 



Slowly the pageant of the heavens departed, and with the 

 fading of the light, the camp, held in silence by the greatness of 

 the thing just seen, found its voice. 



"A rainbow in the morning is the seaman's warning. A 

 rainbow at night is the seaman's delight," quoted the artist. 

 "We'll have fair weather to-morrow." 



In this assurance the camp went to dinner on the trout 

 taken in the morning, with fresh bread, in place of soda biscuits, 

 sent over by the postmistress at Grayling, brought by Whitman, 

 together with a larger cookstove and camp sundries. 



Under a cloudy sky, but secure in the rainbow's promise of 

 fair weather on the morrow, the camp made a peaceful end of 

 another day. 



