OF SHOOTING AND FISHING 1138 
a fir tree near the trail attracted our attention. 
These birds are generally found pretty high up, 
and I have seen comparatively few of them; they 
are like all their relations, exceedingly stupid or 
fearless so are easily shot when once found. As the 
foliage was very dense, it was difficult to see them, 
but we picked out three with our rifles, and the 
other may also have been killed, but it did not drop. 
Arriving at a deserted trapper’s cabin, we rested 
for lunch. The cabin was beautifully built, the 
logs being all the same size and fitting on to each 
other perfectly. There was no window in the 
frame, nor was there any door, but a lean-to pro- 
tected the doorway, which was at the end of the 
building. As there was an enormous fireplace, we 
soon had the kettle boiling and the grouse in the 
pan. After lunch we found our trail again and 
kept on to Warren. 
At one place I noticed a diverging line of blaze, 
and written with a pencil on one of these was the 
following legend: ‘‘Hither trail will lead you to 
Warren, and whichever you take you will wish to 
H. you had taken the other.’’ Resin from the 
tree had flowed over this and given it a protecting 
varnish. As it was dark when we entered the town, 
we marched on through, and camped in a deserted 
cabin on Slaughter House Creek some distance 
below. The night was stormy, but we had a good 
fire and so kept warm. 
About nine A. M. on the 27th we were under way 
and retracing our steps to the valley of the Seasash. 
One of our men had gone to town the night before 
