Hitting the Trail 



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projecting log end beside spoke the welcome of a camp set 

 apart for the fellowship of the open spaces. 



The colonel dismounted, and inspected the smashed 

 door and window contiguous, whose glass and woodwork 

 lay scattered on the floor within. "Bear" he pro- 

 nounced briefly, indicating the tell-tale smudge 

 of a mailed and muddy paw upon the door. 



After the unslinging of packs and dump- 

 ing of impedimenta upon the broad veran- 

 dah, sheltered by the gable eave, wood was 

 mustered, the initial match was struck, and 

 the christening blaze started upon the 

 hearth of the new fireplace. Round 



Camp Tepee 



arched, of rough-hewn native stone, its chimney, of hillside boul- 

 ders bedded in cement, drawing as a chimney should, by its 

 hospitable glow was illuminated its own testimonial to the crafts- 

 manship of its architects and builders, Fred Reichenbach and 

 Jay Whitman. The twelve hundred pounds of cement used in 

 its construction, to say nothing of tools, some trifles of squared 

 lumber, and supplies, had all been packed in on horses, twenty- 

 four miles, from Yellowstone. 



