CHAPTER XIX. 



stopped off at 

 Spokane Falls, ^ 

 on my way 

 home, for a few 

 days' deer hunt-*?] 

 ing, and though % 

 that region be not exactly in the Cas- 

 cades, it is so near that a few points in 

 relation to the sport there may be 

 admissible in connection with the 

 foregoing narrative. I had 

 advised my good friend. Dr. 

 C. S. Penfield, of my com- 

 ing, and he had kindly 

 planned for me a hunt- 

 ing trip. On the morn- 

 ing after my arrival 

 his brother-in-law, Mr. 

 T. E. Jefferson, took 

 me up behind a pair of 

 good roadsters and 

 drove to Johnston's 

 ranch, eighteen miles 

 from the falls, and near 

 the foot of Mount Carle- 

 where we hoped to find 

 of deer. We hunted 



plenty 



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