jS WILD FL0\V1:RS of COLORADO. 



The outfit had been secured for the next day, and we were all to 

 g"o on a fishing excursion. 



You know the old, old story of getting ready for a day's 

 fishing ? iMrst we must all he up hy five o'clock, take breakfast 

 at half-past, and he all ready to start at six. These were the 

 orders received the night before. I know that we were called at 

 five o'clock, but it was seven before all had finished their breakfast. 

 Then the rods, flies, baskets for the fish, and, most important 

 of all, the lunch, must be got ready. We prej^are the lunch, and 

 know that that part of the work is well done, when we are asked : 

 "Did we have the salt and pepper.^" We are afraid we have 

 forgotten the salt, and so the basket is unpacked, this time 

 spreading the contents for a grand review. At last we are con- 

 fident that nothing is forgotten and we are ready to start. It is 

 now just nine o'clock. 



The driver has the spring seat, and wc~the bottom of 

 the wagon. Of course there is plenty of straw, and we are 

 packed in according to— Smith. The horses spring forward, and 

 one feels like offering assistance to the driver. But we soon dis- 

 cover that it is unnecessary ; the spring is over and put carefully 

 away for the next party. 



It was a drive long to l)c remembered. If there was a stone 

 missed on that trip it was through no fault of the driver, and I, 

 who sat directly over the back axle, can bear witness that none 

 escaped. . 



This part of the country being new to Dick he was very 



