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scattered about and much spoiled by the weather 
—sometimes they were on skulls and sometimes 
lying detached. 
In the evening we arrived at a cabin on Beaver 
Creek, just outside of the rim of the Fall River 
basin. We were now away from the sagebrush 
and right into the black timber. This place was © 
called Miners’ Cabin, and here we were met by 
Arthur Fayler, our other guide. In the empty 
cabin I saw one of the most beautiful antelope 
heads possible; the horns were very long and sym- 
metrical, and the tip of each was white for about an 
inch. I have always regretted not having taken 
this head with me. The sky looked very black as 
night came on and a storm was threatening. We 
chose pretty sites for our tents among the pines 
and built a large fire. When the wind rose, gusts 
sweeping from different directions made it very 
unpleasant for us, as the smoke and flame went 
in one direction one minute and in the very oppo- 
site the next. Some sage hens which W. had shot 
with a pistol were fried for supper, but there was 
no demand for antelope; no one would touch it, 
although we were very badly off for fresh meat. 
The mountain sheep meat which had been given 
us at Strong’s place was very good, but breakfast 
and lunch had finished it. It got very cold shortly 
after dark, so we made beds of boughs in our tents, 
and as the fire had become a nuisance we let it go 
down, and turned in. A gale of wind can produce 
extraordinary noises in a natural forest. Artifi- 
cial woods have the dead timber cut out, and par- 
