The Wilderness Hunter. 



of '90 Ferguson and I clambered down into the canyon, 

 with a couple of rods, and in an hour caught all the fish we 

 could carry. It then lacked much less than an hour of 

 nightfall, and we had a hard climb to get out of the canyon 

 before darkness overtook us ; as there was not a vestige of 

 a path, and as the climbing was exceedingly laborious and 

 at one or two points not entirely without danger, the rocks 

 being practicable in very few places, we could hardly have 

 made much progress after it became too dark to see. Each 

 of us carried the bag of trout in turn, and I personally was 

 nearly done out when we reached the top ; and then had 

 to trot three miles to the horses. 



