Cherry 



began poling alonj^ the shallow stream. All 

 went well until we struck a deep and stagnant 

 pool, when Cherry suddenly dropped his pole, , 

 and, peering over the side, gasped out : " Boys, 

 we have got to turn back ; I can't see no bot- 

 tom here." Nor could he be induced to get 

 into an upright position again and go to work 

 until the bottom was once more in plain sight. 



One of my most amusing experiences with 

 Cherry happened that same year. Reports of 

 remarkably good shooting had come to us 

 from the other side of the range, and, hoping 

 to participate in it, we decided to cross, al- 

 though it involved a trip of some 300 miles in 

 the dead of winter. We had almost succeeded 

 in reaching the foothills, when a blizzard from 

 the north struck us with such severity that for 

 four days it drove us before it southward. 

 The country back of us was in such condition, 

 and the cold so intense, that we then decided 

 to strike out for a town about ninety miles 

 distant, to rest up and supply our larder before 

 again venturing into the mountains. 



After two days of forced traveling we 

 reached the town, and gave an eager welcome 

 to the first place of entertainment we could 

 find, leaving our horses outside. The latter 



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