Trail and Camp-Fire 



the bottom of one of the waterproof pack 

 sacks ; for, of course, what I wanted was at 

 the bottom, where things one wants always 

 are. 



That evening we passed in pleasurable an- 

 ticipation, and the glad knowledge that our 

 ten days of traveling was at an end, and our 

 destination reached. Tilley cooked our sup- 

 per in the teepee, and served us the part the 

 cockroaches didn't steal, and after several 

 warmly contested games of California Jack, 

 we turned in and slept to the musical patter 

 of rain upon the canvas roof above us. 



The sun was shooting flashing arrows of 

 light through the pine tops when we awoke 

 the next morning, and Tilley had our break- 

 fast of caribou steak, golden plover and bacon 

 waiting for us at the tent entrance. 



It had been our intention to make perma- 

 nent camp where we were, but fifteen minutes 

 sufficed to convince us of the utter impossi- 

 bility of such a course. This old Indian camp- 

 ing ground was a veritable slaughter pen. 

 Beside the teepee were huge piles of bones, 

 hide and skulls, some but half decomposed; 

 and everywhere, in the woods and along the 



rocky shore, lay skulls and antlers. It is a 



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