Trail and Camp-Fire 



satisfied with the shooting and watch points. 

 He is such an habitually modest man that I 

 did not give this remark full weight at the time. 



The next day we moved our camp some six 

 miles down the valley, so as to be a little 

 nearer the bait, and a little further from the 

 great glacier at the valley's head, whose pro- 

 pensity for collecting storms was getting to be 

 a little monotonous. After camp had been 

 pitched, I decided to go over with Fox to the 

 bait, mainly because Fox was anxious to have 

 me see whether it had been properly arranged. 

 As he had left it only the day before, and had 

 tramped all over the place where it was with 

 two horses, we had no idea that it had yet 

 been visited. 



It had been rather a bad day for me. 

 While coming down the valley my scatter- 

 brained pony, in trying to clear a windfall had 

 thrown himself heavily with me underneath, 

 and, though I luckily escaped injury, the 

 shock had given me a racking headache. So 

 I followed Fox rather mechanically as he 

 threaded his way through the quaking aspens 

 that clothed the mpuntain side on which the 

 bait lay. A fierce wind was blowing down the 



valley, and, while the sky was clear overhead, 



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