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sought. One morning before breakfast I 

 went to the creek for a pail of water. 

 " Calamity " happened to be standing near 

 the trail and, as she had such a guileless, 

 tired appearance, I paid little attention to 

 her as I passed along. No marksman ever 

 hit a bull's-eye with greater precision than 

 " Calamity " struck the tin pail. If I had 

 not retained a strong hold on the handle 

 it would have been sent flying 50 feet 

 or more. While pressing out the deep in- 

 dentation in the pail, I had plenty of time 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY W. H. WRIGHT. 



A GLIMPSE OF THE BITTER ROOT RANGE. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY W. E. CARLIN. 



DID YOU CALL ME? 



the goats we found some one had discov- 

 ered it during our absence and taken the 

 head, skin and feet. Wright was hot on 

 the trail in a moment and soon found well- 

 defined foot-prints in the soft soil of a 

 little run, near by. I was anxious by this 

 time concerning the fate of the other 2 

 goats. They were unmolested, their posi- 

 tion in the rocks having successfully hidden 

 them. As we were not aware that there 

 was a soul within many miles of our camp, 

 this unsportsmanlike action of some ma- 

 rauding hunter -was not only a great sur- 

 prise, but furnished the principal topic of 

 conversation for several days. 



Elk, deer, trout, and grouse were every- 

 where so plentiful that our table was always 

 bountifully supplied. The spruce grouse 

 were, in fact, so tame that we seldom shot 

 them, but secured all we desired by break- 

 ing their necks with a switch. On one 

 occasion I saw the guide capture 2, that 

 stood close together, at a single stroke. 



The party finished its photographic work 

 at this camp in about a week and decided 

 to return to Elk Summit lake. The cayuses 

 were much more gentle this time, and 

 packing was attended by no exciting or 

 disagreeable circumstances. I might say, 

 incidentally, that I learned, while at this 

 camp, to give "Calamity Jane " a wide 

 berth. This knowledge came to me un- 



to make mental notes, which would, even 

 now, enable me to distinguish " Calamity " 

 from among 1,000 other cayuses. 



After returning to Elk Summit lake and 

 making camp, a prolonged rain and snow 

 storm set in which prevented the party 

 from moving on to : ' The Cedars " in 

 Moose Creek valley, as they intended. 

 Hanging on one of the trees near our cache 

 we found a card reading: 



" G. M. D 



, Va. 



''Visited your camp Aug. 27th. Who are 

 you and what have you killed? etc." 



As this was the first definite information 

 we had as to who had visited our neighbor- 

 hood, it was natural to suspect this man, 

 or some one in his party, of having appro- 

 priated the goat head, etc., at our other 

 camp. The inclement weather kept us in 

 camp most of the time and one of our party 

 wrote .the following in reply to the message 

 on the card: 



"ToG. M. D.— : 



" You asked us who the party was 

 And thus we have replied : 

 We are the folks who killed that goat 

 From which you took the hide. 



" And our advice is when you show 

 This trophy of your gun, 



