76 IN THE BIG HORN MOUNTAINS. 



into our wiciup, and Jack into his. Our clothing was all 

 soaked with water from being in the rain the most of the day, 

 and tramping through wet brush and grass on our evening 

 hunt. We kept it all on, removing only our boots and hats. 

 Our blankets were so wet and heavy that they stuck to us like 

 a bathing-suit. Our bones ached and our teeth chattered, 

 and, if we hadn't been so cold we couldn't talk, we might 

 have made some remarks about the weather that wouldn't 

 look well in print. 



We finally got reconciled to our fate, however, and went 

 to sleep, if being stupefied from the effects of hard work and 

 cold water can be called sleep. Along in the night some- 

 time I should think about one or two o'clock Huffman 

 woke up, shivering and groaning some more. He seemed to 

 have a relapse of cold. He said he couldn't stand this sort 

 of luxury any longer, and was going to get up and start a 

 fire. I told him he couldn't start a fire, that the wood was 

 all covered with snow and ice; but he said he'd try it, any- 

 way, so he got up and did try it, but it was no go. The cold 

 air outside was worse than the wet clothing and blankets 

 within, and he was soon glad to plunge into the shack and 

 bury himself in them again. 



" C-c-c-con-d-d-d-dem such a c-c-c-condemned c-c-c- 

 country as th-th-this, anyway !" said he, his teeth chattering 

 like the "music" of a snare drum. " If any man ever 

 c-c-catches me starting to these- d-d m-m-m-mountains 

 again, I hope he'll p-p-put me in the g-g-guard-house for six 

 months." 



I really felt alarmed for him, for I feared he might have 

 a conjestive chill, or something as serious, but he finally be- 

 came more comfortable, and dozed off to sleep again. We 

 hailed the first dawn of day with a sigh of relief, and as soon 

 as it was light enough to see to get about, we were all out 



