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postmistress fifteen minutes twice a 
week, when the small boy, mounted on 
a tough little pony, happened around 
with the leather bag which carried the 
mail to and from Jackson, thirty miles 
below. 
“Td like some elk meat mighty well 
for dinner,” Mrs. Cummings continued, 
as she leaned against the kitchen door 
and watched us mount our newly ac- 
quired horses, “but you won’t find 
game around here without a guide— 
Easterners never do.” 
Nimrod and I started off in joyous 
mood. The secret of it, the fascination 
of the wild life, was revealed tome. At 
last I understood why the birds sing. 
The glorious exhilaration of the moun- 
tains, the feeling that life is a rosy dream, 
and that all the worry and the fever and 
the fret of man’s making is a mere 
