106 CAMP FIRE REMINISCENCES 
dered far. It was too cold for trout to rise, or we 
might have taken some with us, but there were 
enough on hand for breakfast, and they were soon 
sizzling in the pan. Having lots of men, the horses 
were ready and most of them had their packs on 
before the cook called us, and it took a very short 
time afterwards to get under way. As I have said, 
the zigzag trail led up a shoulder and it became 
more dangerous as we ascended, there being noth- 
ing to save one should he stumble. ‘We walked and 
let our horses go; they could not wander, as the trail 
was bounded on one side by the slope and on the 
other by eternity. It was weary work, but we 
were rewarded by glimpses of a wonderful pan- 
orama. 
In a couple of hours we had reached timber, so 
sat down to rest and enjoy the view. The morn- 
ing mists had disappeared and the clear atmosphere 
gave great distinctness to objects at a distance. 
The Seven Devil Country was pointed out to us, 
and also Buffalo Hump, the latter being thirty or 
forty miles away. Below us we saw the South 
Fork,—at that distance it looked like a limpid 
stream flowing over a bed of pebbles, and we could 
trace its course to the confluence with the main 
river. Up the stream we could now see the box 
canyon, the walls of which were nearly vertical. 
The solitude and grandeur of the scene were very 
impressive. 
Starting up again, we found that while there 
were trees about, there was for some distance no 
improvement in the trail. One of our pack horses 
