"PUT FORTH THY HAND" 47 



ing and eating department, for which she ex- 

 pects a goodly sum from each traveler for the 

 food that he eats. Thus the hotel is run un- 

 der a sort of a tripartite management. 



I lay down on my bed to wait while my 

 partner took a hot bath (there was but one 

 bath-room) and while waiting for him to get 

 through with his ablutions I fell asleep. I 

 was awakened by a chorus of voices singing a 

 familiar song — "We'll not go home till 

 mornin' " — and they w^ere telling the truth, 

 as it was then nearly one o'clock in the morn- 

 ing. The noise of singing came from a lot of 

 citizens who were doing the honors to a major 

 of the Northwest Mounted Police, who had 

 recently been promoted to a higher position. 



In the morning we got out our hunting togs 

 and donned them for the first time for use in 

 the hard work of the days to come. We left 

 everything that couldn't be used, or rather that 

 wouldn't be absolutely needed in the hunt, in 

 our trunks, until our return. After break- 

 fast, the first thing in order was to see that 

 the men, the horses, and the supplies to be 

 taken with us, were ready for an early start. 



The evening before we had met Thomas A. 

 Dickson, the head guide; Louie Jaquotte, the 

 wrangler; and Eugene, his brother, the cook. 



