80 CAMP FIRE REMINISCENCES 
have been felt by the members of Jonah’s family 
as he related his adventures. Fortunately we 
reached our destination before our own turns came. 
What a revelation the club house was, with its 
acetylene lamps along the river front. We in- 
spected the premises and found the conditions of 
duck shooting much improved—beautiful bed- 
rooms, luxurious bathrooms, hot and cold water, 
telephonic communication with the outer world, 
and steam heat. The dinner was excellent, and 
there were arrangements by which the sportsman 
could avoid the risk of typhoid arising from drink- 
ing the waters of the sluggish Bear River. Of 
course the thing had lost some of its romance. AS 
one lay in bed one could not—through knot holes in 
defective shingles—view the heavens as they could 
be viewed through the roofs of some other shooting 
lodges in the West, and the stillness of the night 
might now be broken by the tinkle of the electric 
bell. 
After dinner we retired to the huge central hall 
and discussed the morrow’s shoot. There were too 
many sportsmen for the number of guides, so it 
would be necessary to double, two going in each 
boat. For this purpose lots were drawn, and IL 
drew a Denver man. One is always uneasy about 
the other fellow with whom one is shooting, not 
about his ability to use firearms, but about his in- 
tegrity, about his sense of honour, and his desire 
to abide strictly within the law. Now the legal 
limit was twenty-five ducks, and it struck me that 
a great deal of unpleasantness might arise from 
