138 CRTJISINGS IN THE CASCADES 



" Seymo, he spile de grouse." 



" How did lie do that?" I inquired. 



* ' He say put him on stick by fire to cook in de 

 night. Then he go to sleep and stick burn off. 

 Grouse fall in de fire and burn." 



i 'That's too thin," I said. " Seymour cooked 

 that grouse and ate it while you and I were asleep." 



Seymour glared at me, but had not the courage to 

 resent or deny the charge. An Indian does not let 

 sleep interfere with his appetite; he eats whatever 

 there is first, and then sleeps. I divided the last of 

 the bacon and biscuits equally between us, and with 

 a remnant of cold broiled salmon, we eked out a 

 scant breakfast on which to begin a day's work. 

 John was clawing some white greasy substance from 

 a tin can with his fingers, and spreading it on his 

 biscuits with the same tools. He passed the can to 

 me, and said: 



"Have butter 



"No, thanks," I answered; "I seldom eat butter 

 in camp." 



"Hike him all time," he replied; "I never git 

 widout butta for brade at home." This by way of 

 informing me that he knew what good living was, 

 and practiced it at home. It rained heavily all day, 

 and our tramp through the jungle was most dreary 

 and disagreeable. 



" The day was dark, and cold, and dreary; 

 It rained, and the wind was never weary." 



About three o'clock in the afternoon, we sat down 

 to rest on the bank of the creek. We had been there 

 but a few minutes, when a good sized black bear 

 came shambling along up the bank of the creek, 



