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Hunting the Mule -Deer in Colorado. 



The snow was drifting, and it did promise to be an ugly sort of 

 night. However, I proceeded to explain, as a matter of course, that 

 I was heating this rock to make my bed against ; that when it and 



OSBORNE AND HIS DOG. 



the ground were sufficiently warmed, I proposed to move the fire out 

 a couple of yards, replenish it, and then and there to roll up in my 

 blankets and sleep the sleep of the just. 



" Didn't you see a cabin as you came down the gulch up there? " 

 inquired the tall man, with a puzzled or quizzical smile — I suspected 

 a little of both. 



" Yes," I replied. 



" Well, what kind of people do you take us for, anyhow, to think 

 we'd let anybody lie out such a night as this is goin' to be ? Just 



