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RECREA TION. 



making a charge of ioo grains of powder 

 and two 550 grain bullets. I conjectured 

 that the 2 bullets would separate on leaving 

 the gun and go wide of the mark; and as a 

 precaution I held 2 cartridges in my left 

 hand. 



On reaching a little wall of rock about 

 150 to 200 yards nearer the ram I saw him, 

 standing motionless, watching Ed and 

 John. _ 



Taking careful aim, I fired, and was sur- 

 prised to see him make 2 short leaps and go 

 down. To get his measure and his coat, 

 his head and hams, was a short job. Then 

 on to camp, where we put in a day clean- 

 ing our specimens and preparing for our 

 trip back to the river. 



Both balls passed through the ram; one 

 through the heart and the other about 6 

 inches above. 



Four friends joined us for another trip in 

 these mountains in the latter part of Sep- 

 tember. 



The party consisted of a Mr. Seeley, an 

 Englishman, Capt. Cole, a pioneer, James 

 Callbreath of the Diamond C. Co., Johnny 

 Highland, of the Highland Mercantile Co., 

 Ed and I. 



Although late in the season and bad 

 weather brewing, we took no tents, but car- 

 ried 2 small flies. 



It was a jolly party that pitched camp 

 among some small pine trees, about a mile 

 below our previous camping ground. 



The weather was fine and cold. We de- 

 cided to hunt in pairs, as follows: Seeley 

 and Cole, Callbreath and Ed, Highland and 

 I. 



We did not see any game the first day 

 out. The other parties did, but failed to 

 score, and we had to be content with bacon. 



The next morning the clouds hung heavy 

 and threatened storm, but we all started for 

 the hunting grounds. 



Highland and I had gone only about a 

 mile, when we discovered the fresh sign of 

 a small band and followed carefully but 

 rapidly. 



One half mile further, we saw 2 large 

 rams lying down. Highland fired at one of 

 them, crippling it. As the other sprang to 

 his feet, a bullet from my rifle caught him. 



turning him nicely. Following High- 

 land's cripple we discovered 3 other rams, 

 all large, running ahead of us. 



I could not keep up with Highland but 

 saw him stop and fire, finishing his crip- 

 ple. The 3 other rams wheeled to take a 

 last look at us, from the top of a high hill 

 about 400 yards distant. 



Highland raised his rifle, saying, " Just 

 one more." I begged him not to shoot, as 

 I did not think his 38-55 would reach. 



He pulled the trigger just the same, and 

 one of the big fellows came tumbling down 

 the hill with a broken back. We did not 

 follow further, but were quite satisfied 

 and set to work to measure and skin our 

 specimens. 



It was snowing fast, and by the time the 

 animals were dressed, we were standing in 

 snow 8 inches deep and it was so dark we 

 could see but a short distance. 



Marking the location of our trophies as 

 best we could, we took a pair of hams each 

 and started for camp. Seeley and Cole 

 soon joined us, coming in empty handed. 

 The camp looked desolate. 



The wind howled with fury and the snow 

 piled up and curled around us, but we were 

 hardy and accustomed to out door life and 

 consequently happy. 



Ed and Callbreath failed to show up and 

 we fired shots at intervals of about 15 min- 

 utes for some time, but got no response. 

 Finally we gave them up for the night and 

 crawled under our blankets. 



They showed up the next afternoon, hav- 

 ing spent the night, in a deep canyon sev- 

 eral miles away, walking around a camp 

 fire. They had not secured game and were 

 a pretty hungry pair of boys. 



The trophies and meat were brought to 

 camp and taken care of. After nearly a 

 week of exposure to the fury of an un- 

 broken storm, we decided to return to 

 Telegraph. 



Not a single crippled animal was left in 

 the mountains by any of my party, during 

 the entire season. 



I like the Chee-on-nees and am looking 

 forward to the time when I can spend a 

 month in those mountains, and make com- 

 plete the collection of specimens desired 

 from there. 



MARY HAD A LITTLE CALF. 



DAVE CORY. 



Mary had a little calf — 

 (So I have been told) 

 A modest girl was Mary; 

 Not the least bit bold. 



So when the cycling fad came out. 

 She sighed, then quickly said: 

 " As bloomers don't become my shape, 

 I'll wear long pants instead." 



