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of old dry bark that had fallen from it, and which, 

 with a few dry logs we gathered, furnished fuel for 

 a rousing, all-night fire. Within a few feet of our 

 camp, a clear, ice-cold little rivulet threaded its ser- 

 pentine way down among rocks and ferns, and made 

 sweet music to lull us to sleep. After supper, I 

 made for myself the usual bed of mountain feathers 

 (cedar boughs), on which to spread my sleeping-bag. 



This old companion of so many rough jaunts, over 

 plains and mountains, has become as necessary a 

 part of my outfit for such voyages as my rifle. 

 Whether it journey by day, on the hurricane deck of 

 a mule, in th.3 hatchway of a canoe, on my shoulder 

 blades or those of a Siwash, it always rounds up at 

 night to house me against the bleak wind, the driv- 

 ing snow, or pouring rain. I have learned to prize 

 it so highly that I can appreciate the sentiments of 

 the fallen monarch, Napoleon, on the lonely island 

 of St. Helena, when he wrote: 



"The bed has become a place of luxury tome. 

 I would not exchange it for all the thrones in the 

 world " 



These Indians, like Pean, and, in fact, all others 

 who have seen the bag, are greatly interested in it. 

 They had never seen anything like it, and watched 

 with undisguised interest the unfolding and prepar- 

 ing of the article, and when I had crawled into it, 

 and stowed myself snugly away, they looked at each 

 other, grunted and uttered a few of their peculiar 

 guttural sounds, which I imagined would be, if 

 translated: 



"Well, I'll be doggoned if that ain't about the 

 sleekest trick I ever saw. Ehf ' 



