OUR RETURN TO THE HOME CAMP 99 



and horses pounded along, up one mountainside and 

 down another. 



Our route followed a road which had been used as a 

 logging road some five years previous. It was, in con- 

 sequence, full of the usual small growth of alders 

 and in places little firs and occasionally young cedars, 

 with many blow downs to get under or over. 



Henry shot four or five partridges during the fore- 

 noon which were all the game we saw. We visited two 

 pieces of dead-water, and one good-sized lake, which 

 went by the name of the Depot Camp Lake ; and these 

 digressions from the road were all made with the ever- 

 present expectancy of seeing something. While noth- 

 ing was seen they added materially to the mileage 

 traveled. 



A halt was made at one of Henry's camps for lunch. 

 Here he had left a reserve supply of blankets for the 

 use of his various hunting parties ; also flour, cooking 

 utensils, dishes, knives, forks, etc. 



Some vandals had spent one or more nights there, 

 and had left things in dire confusion. Besides, out of 

 pure wantonness, they had thrown some knives and 

 forks outside, presumably rather than wash them. That 

 men would do such tricks seems incredible, but the 

 evidences were all there to show how despicably mean 

 some persons can be. 



The afternoon's walk was likewise unfruitful of 

 sighting any game. We camped that night on the 



