OF SHOOTING AND FISHING 141 
east end of the middle Two Medicine Lake, and at 
the south base of Rising Wolf, where we camped 
amid scenery magnificent and beautiful, between 
the large lake several miles long, and a small one 
several hundred yards across. <A narrow strait 
connecting the lakes separated us from the snow- 
patched cliffs of Rising Wolf, while the lower 
country everywhere around was covered with heavy 
black forest. Looking up the large lake, we saw 
the towering summit of Rockwell, while toward 
the southwest the sky line was broken by rugged 
peaks. Two birds were in sight from our camp, 
an osprey (P. halucetus) hovering around the 
cliffs, and a ruddy duck (EF. rubida) sitting on the 
lake. Coming through the forest I had flushed an- 
other, a dusky grouse (C. obscura), and these were 
the only birds seen all day. This smallest of 
American grouse is very handsome. It looks al- 
most black and white, with a bright red patch of 
bare skin above each eye. It is remarkable how 
few birds there are in a western American forest. 
One can travel all day without seeing a feather, 
and the dead silence is broken only by the occa- 
sional chatter of a squirrel. 
Our camping ground was ideally situated, being 
a clearing of about a quarter of an acre with heavy 
timber on three sides and the little creek on the 
other. In a very short time all was bustle. 
Horses were unpacked and tents were set up, while 
the cook attended to his, the most important part 
of the work. We took some photos, but owing to 
the lateness of the hour and the smoky atmosphere 
