140 CAMP FIRE REMINISCENCES 
house by means of a telephone, the instrument being 
connected with one of the wires in the fence. We 
expected to be met at the train, as we had tele- 
graphed, but there was no one at the station, so 
we went over and saw Dawson, who told us that 
on the following morning he would be ready. 
There is no way of hurrying any one in the West, 
so we accepted the inevitable and spent the day 
prowling about and looking for grouse, which could 
not be found. 
The next morning we started early, with three 
guides, a cook, and a boy. Our tents, a stove, bed- 
ding, and provisions were all on pack horses, so we 
had quite a cavaleade. At first we travelled north, 
having a rugged mountain with a pine-clad base, 
on our left, and a rather flat, well-wooded country 
on our right. By noon we were going west and 
we soon emerged from the forest on the shore of a — 
beautiful blue lake, called the Lower Two Medicine 
Lake. This was about two miles long and half 
a mile wide, with heavy timber on each side grow- 
ing down to the water’s edge. Looking up the lake 
and through the gap between two mountains, we 
saw the dim outline of Rising Wolf, a rocky dome 
and a good mountain for sheep. This was not so 
very far away, but the forest fires raging in the 
Kalispell country, fifty or sixty miles off, had 
caused a veil of smoke to hang over the landscape 
and to hide much of the detail. Keeping the lake 
on our left, we followed a good trail until we 
reached the stream supplying it. This we crossed, 
and after some hours in heavy timber, halted at the 
