48 CAMP FIRE REMINISCENCES 
to his barn—a very common custom—and for- 
tunately before doing so gave it several coats of 
paint. When general painting was being done 
around the place, the horns were not forgotten, and 
they were a brilliant pink when I saw them. Joe 
McDonald, the man who shot the deer, gave me the 
head because I ‘‘took such a fancy to it,’’ and I had 
no difficulty in having the paint removed and the 
head properly mounted. 
Sometimes these deer are found in the timber 
and sometimes in the open. During the heat of the 
day, one often finds them in the timber, but they 
abound over great areas of scrub grown country 
where trees are few and far between. 
Deciding to secure a couple of heads, I made 
inquiries, and hearing Colorado and Utah spoken 
of, found myself with two friends on a Denver & 
Rio Grande train approaching Mounds Station, 
Utah. It was 2:00 4. M. and the negro porter had 
just turned us out of bed. A few minutes later we 
were yawning and shivering upon the platform in 
a bitterly cold wind. The kind-hearted station 
master opened the door of an empty out-house 
which he told us we might occupy, so we pulled our ~ 
bedding in and were soon asleep again. 
The cold awoke me about dawn, so taking my 
gun, I went off and had a pleasant morning shoot- 
ing rabbits, of which there were great numbers. — 
The noise brought the others out, and we all shot 
rabbits, jacks and cottontails, until breakfast was 
ready at the section house near by. We sent a 
man for a wagon to a ranch and presently it came 
