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amongst a convenient cluster of pine-trees, the false 

 friend walked forward and called on his old com- 

 panion by name. The latter, recognising his voice 

 and suspecting nothing, at once came out to meet 

 him, but had not advanced many yards before he was 

 shot dead by the ambushed officers of the law. That 

 is the story as we heard it, but whether it is all or only 

 partly true, is more than I can say. 



But lonely though the outlaw's grave may be, it 

 lies at any rate in a lovely spot, over which the 

 glorious mountains will keep guard, and the free 

 winds of heaven blow fresh and sweet for evermore. 



On October 16, I had a very tiring walk, eight 

 hours' continuous wading through snow. I tracked 

 a buck deer for five solid hours without overtaking 

 it, and whilst doing so came on three does, with 

 which of course, not being in want of meat, I did not 

 interfere. On getting back to camp I was very pleased 

 to find that W. M., who had had no luck at all lately, 

 had shot a "wapiti bull," with a well-shaped head of 

 eleven points and measuring forty-six inches along 

 the beam. 



On the following morning, Sunday, October 17, we 

 moved camp lower down the main creek. It was a 

 wretched day, fine snow falling almost constantly. 

 Knowing that we were going to camp at the mouth of 

 a large creek known as East Fork, I rode on ahead, 

 and after crossing the main stream tied my horse to a 

 tree, and hunted up the above-named tributary. I 



