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RECREATION. 



Two days later the start was made, but 

 before we left the barn yard Thompson 

 was led in by a neighbor, who was going 

 to join the party, with his face covered 

 with blood. Jim knew nothing until the 

 following morning, being delirious all the 

 time. He had fallen under his horse, 

 which was a tricky one, that had reared 

 up and fallen backward. 



The next day we started, with Jim in a 

 covered wagon on a spring seat. Our 

 camp was pitched by a beautiful stream, 

 hunting parties were made up and sep- 

 arated at once. The first day resulted in 

 locating the trout and taking care of one 

 buck that had strayed too near. The first 

 night around our camp fire seemed to re- 

 vive within us every tale of truth or fic- 

 tion ever known to us, and each fellow had 

 his chance. If a man was not good at 

 disposing of his tale he* always had plenty 

 of help, usually much to his chagrin. The 

 second day took us up about a favorite 

 hunting spot familiarly known as Bears' 

 Ears. There deer and elk were often seen, 

 but for us a whole day's hunt did not re- 

 veal an elk, for which we were so anxious. 

 Night was about to overtake us 8 miles 

 from camp with nothing to eat, but I per- 

 suaded the boys to start for camp. On 

 our way a number of deer were scared up 

 and one large buck was selected to take to 

 camp. Starr used a Ballard rifle that shot 



a cartridge about the length of a lead pen- 

 cil. He told Lostuttor to shoot first, and 

 after he got through he, Starr, would get 

 the buck. At the crack of the gun the 

 deer bounded away and came up on a rise 

 50 yards distant. Starr raised his Ballard 

 and fired, and it was plainly seen that he 

 had hit his game. Twenty yards from the 

 spot lay our deer, claimed by both men, 

 as they had both aimed at the same spot. 

 As a friendly quarrel was all the conclusion 

 they could come to, it was decided I 

 should find the bullet next morning. I 

 did so, in dressing the deer, and thus 

 ended a dispute such as often brings men 

 closer together. It was Starr's deer. 



A 2 days' trip was planned to hunt elk 

 up in the big timber, and a herd of 11 was 

 seen, but only one bull. After 4 loads of 

 .40-82 he was persuaded by Thompson and 

 Co. to "lay to." That was the only elk 

 secured on the trip. A pitch of a coin for 

 heads or tails was to decide who should 

 take the head, and Thompson, with his 

 true Scotch luck, won it. After 2 days 

 more of hunting deer and antelope and 

 fishing, we broke camp, returned to » the 

 cabin and thence to our homes, laden with 

 venison, an increase of about 10 pounds 

 apiece in flesh, 70 exposures of film, and 

 an experience that will ever be green in 

 our memories. 



"I'm going to get married," he said, as 

 he placed a hand as large as a Dutch 

 cheese on the counter, "and I want a wed- 

 ding cake." 



"It is customary nowadays," said the 

 confectioner's pretty assistant, "to have 

 the materials of the cake harmonize with 

 the calling of the bridegroom. For a mu- 

 sician now we have an oat cake; for a 

 man who has no calling and lives on his 

 friends, the sponge cake; for a newspaper 

 paragrapher, spice cake, and so on. What 

 is your calling, please?" 



"I'm a pugilist!" 



"Then you'll want a pound cake." — Tit- 

 Bits. 



