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AQOMAMUZM, ZHSOE 
offered them a smoke, smiling the while 
at their discomfiture. 
Both his face and hands were scarred 
from many bar room encounters, and he 
unblushingly dated most of his remarks 
by the period when he ‘ was rusticatin’ 
in the Pen.’ He had brought his own 
bed and saddle and pack horses on the 
trip so that he could ‘cut loose’ from 
the party in case ‘ things got too hot’ for 
him. 
Such was the cook. 
Immediately after breakfast Nimrod 
and our host equipped themselves for 
the day’s hunt, and went off in opposite 
directions, like Huck Finn and Tom Sav- 
yer on the occasion of their memorable 
first smoke. 
Our camp was beside a rushing brook 
in a little glade that was tucked at the 
foot of towering mountains where no 
