4- \vii.u i-i.ovvi-;rs of coi.okauo. 



"Oh," said one of the men, "I have attended many I^anquets 

 and dmncr-parties, but I liave ne\-er enjoyed one as nnicli as 

 this," and helping himself to another piece of trout and the last 

 boiled egg, he was oblivious to exery thing around him. ' 



While Dick had gone to show the place in the river that had 

 furnished the trout fo. dinner, Mr. Smith offered to take the 

 ladies for a drive. an,l, if we liked, he would show us the place 

 where they killed Jackson. "It was only a mile or two away," 

 he said. 



A more lonely, desolate looking place woukl be hard to 

 imagine. A few feet from the spot where die Indians did their 

 cruel work grew, like a living monument, this epilobium, or 

 butterfly.flower. I begged the party to wait and allow me to 

 make a painting of it as a souvenir of the lonely place which 

 history has made famous. The epilobium is a common flower in 

 this State. It grows sometimes three and four feet high. The 

 leaves are large and rank. It flowers from August unti^ late fall. 



All pronounced the day a success. We reached camp at 

 Cimarron just before dark. The little account book ^^■as brought 

 out, and a flattering number of fish c:uight was placed before each 

 man's name. 



Arising very early one morning I deci.led to take a cup 

 of coffee and then go into the Black Canyon and make a sketch 

 of some thimble blossoms I had seen growing there. The morn- 

 ing was beautiful. The canyon looked more grand to me in the 

 early morning light than at any time before. The mountains 



