362 DAN BEARD'S ANIMAL BOOK 



SIN-YALE-A-MIN 

 Biological Camp at extreme left 



time is of little importance to the "butter-chinned 

 priests," and "Breeds," traders, "Injuns," and 

 squaw-men of the Mission, and it was late ere we 

 got a start. Before we had reached the foot of 

 the mountain the king-bolt in the light wagon 

 broke and wrecked the vehicle so that the ladies 

 were forced to alight and we harnessed their team 

 as leaders ahead of the cayuses attached to the dun- 

 nage wagon. Most of the party preferred walking 

 to hanging on top of the rolls of tents aboard the 

 jolting baggage-wagon. It was almost dusk when 

 we entered 



THE MYSTERIOUS WOODS 



at the foot of the mountains. The rude trail led 

 up over corduroy bridges which were half washed 

 away, under tall, ghostly dead trees whose lofty 

 tops seemed to pierce the clouds. Climbing, ever 

 climbing with the voices of the waters always 

 within hearing, now gurgling, now babbling for 

 all the world like the sound of the many voices 

 of a gay picnic party in the woods. 



