Hitting the Trail 



77 



Art writes home 



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impedimenta on the wagon, 



to be taken to Grayling 



postoffice, William, Art, and 



the artist mounted and took 



a leisurely way to Grayling 



postoffice. Here, with the 



matter-of-course hospitality 



of the West, they joined the 



company there, some seven 



in number, at the mid-day 



dinner. The dinner, with 



its distinctive "home" 



quality, derived from the 



deft hands and culinary taste 



of the postmistress, formed 



an epicureanly relished con- 

 trast to the camp fare of the preceding fortnight. 



Immediately on the conclusion of this the pack train ap- 

 peared in sight at the mouth of the canyon that taced the 



messtent door, a 

 long mile away 

 from the camp 

 just left. And 

 now the march 

 began in earnest, 

 through a pleas- 

 ant meadow of 

 wild hay, oh 

 either side of 

 which the hills of 

 Red canyon rose 

 steeply to fir 

 crowned heights, 

 with great bas- 

 tions of bare rock, 

 often in vertical 

 strata, showing 

 between them. 

 Trying mounts A grove of aspen 



