OF SHOOTING AND FISHING 95 
ride and felt that we had emerged from our diffi- 
culties rather well. The road, which was good, ran 
by the Weiser River for some distance, and having 
heard of a place called Freeman’s, twenty miles 
away, we determined to reach it by dinner time. 
After a while I went ahead, and reaching F'ree- 
man’s an hour before the others, had dinner ready 
when they arrived, thus saving time. We were in 
splendid spirits when starting on the last ten miles, 
and the moon being full, the ride through the forest 
was delightful. Within a few miles of our destina- 
tion we left the hills and passed through meadow 
land. 
- The settlement of Salmon Meadows is a strag- 
gling village along a straight road. Pine trees 
grow between the houses, of which there are about 
a dozen, one of them being a hotel. It was about 
midnight when our cavalcade drew up, and think- 
ing it would be more interesting to sleep in the cor- 
ral than in the hostelry, greatly to the disgust of the 
proprietor, we established our camp there. F., in 
a Baillie-Grohman sleeping bag, and H. on a cot, 
preferred the open air, while I, throwing the rope 
of my 6’x6’ tent over the lower limb of a tree which 
grew there, pegged out its base and was soon ready 
for a night’s repose. 
On the morning of September 20, one of my 
unkind neighbours, awakened by the early sun, 
slipped the knot of my tent rope and disturbed a 
delightful slumber. We completed our toilet at a 
stream and having breakfasted at the hotel, were 
under way by eight. 
