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down limp and lifeless. After the usual taking 

 of a few more pictures and removing the pelt 

 we returned to camp, to spend another jovial 

 evening around the campfire. I might add at 

 this point, strange as it may seem, Hi at one time 

 traveled with a minstrel show, and to sit around 

 a roaring good fire and hear Hi tear off, as it 

 were, a few of his coon songs after a supper of 

 venison and frijoles is, to me at least, a very 

 pleasant evening. 



During the next week we hunted every day. 

 I was particularly interested in grizzlies, but up 

 to the present time we had seen only one track 

 and that proved to be an old one. Sometimes 

 we went out on foot without the hounds, some- 

 times we each rode an unshod mule, as they climb 

 well, are sure-footed, and travel more quietly 

 than a horse. The last few days we tried the 

 pack again, but no success crowned our efforts. 



"It's getting too slow for us around here," 

 said Hi one day. "Let's pull camp and hit the 

 trail for Black Canon; we can make it in three 

 days." 



Early the next morning we packed the outfit 

 and were soon on the trail. By noon we had 

 come out on and were crossing a particularly 

 pretty mesa. Hundreds of broad-headed, short- 



