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sleep—the labours of the day settled that question. 
Several times in my life I have returned to camp 
to find a very cheerful cook, but this time we found 
one not only cheerful but affectionate. The mo- 
ment we left in the morning he had overhauled our 
effects, and as nothing had been kept under lock 
and key, he availed himself of what he found in the 
shape of liquid refreshment with marked results. 
W., however, turning up earlier than he expected, 
prevented him reaching the incapable stage. After 
this, temptation was always removed, and his serv- 
ices were much more satisfactory if not so cheer- 
fully rendered. 
After breakfast the following morning the wagon 
with the cook and guide, who alone knew the road, 
departed, W. going with them. C. and myself de- 
cided to take a more direct route straight over the 
divide and across the basin to Fayler’s cabin. 
Jackson had shown C. the way the day before, and 1 
trusted to him. We ascended the rim and from 
there had the usual fine view. I did not attend 
very closely to C. when he was explaining the way, 
but did note that he said Fayler’s cabin was south 
of us about twelve or fifteen miles and at the foot of 
a hill having a triangle of block timber on its north 
side. We descended to a densely wooded ridge, 
and separating thirty or forty yards, proceeded on 
tiptoe with rifles ready. The timber was so heavy 
that several times we had to whistle to each other 
to prevent getting too far. Our horses were with 
us, but as we expected to see game any minute, of 
course they were led. In an hour or more, finding 
