old grey bell mare and a tame old pack 
mule, loaded with some of the more 
perishable provisions, and the horses 
soon lined out in nice shape up the 
trail one after the other. We traveled 
all day through some beautiful coun- 
try, reaching a trapper’s cabin, which 
was located near the Yellow Jacket 
Mine, shortly after sun down. We 
were certainly glad to see this place, 
and the smell of bacon cooking made 
our mouths actually water. 
HE Guide introduced us to a fellow 
by the name of Mills, (the owner 
of the cabin), a handsome young fel- 
low who had been in the World War, 
and while overseas was gassed. He 
was out in the wilds trapping for his 
health. Mills and his partner insisted 
on getting us a nice meal, and invited 
us to spend the night. We accepted 
with pleasure, as we were tired, and 
it looked like snow. We smoked some 
good cigars, listened to some _ stories 
and turned in early. When we awak- 
ened in the morning there was about 
three inches of snow on the ground, but 
we had another good corral to catch 
the horses in. 
It was well that we did, for the 
previous day’s work had not tamed the 
horses enough to be noticed, but the 
boys helped us and we were soon on 
our way again. We purchased some 
coal oil at the Mine store, and made 
fifteen miles more that day, which was 
mostly straight up and down, over 
places it seemed almost impossible for 
a horse to go. We were very willing 
to believe Albert’s story that he was 
taking us to “Mountain Goat Heaven,” 
if mountain goats like rough country. 
Coming down the last slope into Camp 
Creek we jumped a little bunch of 
about eight deer—does and fawns— 
and we sat and watched them with our 
glasses until they went over the ridge. 
That night we slept like logs in our 
pine bough beds, which were really 
softer than our beds at home. We 
were awakened by the crackling of Al- 
bert’s campfire and the smell of break- 
fast cooking. When we stuck our heads 
out from under the tarp, which was 
covered with heavy frost, we hesitated 
a minute or two. We dreaded the cool 
task of thawing out our boots which 
were frozen stiff as a board, but after 
consuming a few flapjacks with maple 
syrup, bacon, a bow! of oatmeal, and 
two cups of hot coffee, we had for- 
gotten that it was cold, and started at 
once to make a rope corral out of our 
lariats, for Henry had already gone 
to drive in the broncs. 
LBERT had told us that on this 
day we would begin to see plenty 
of game, and might see some bear or 
mountain lion tracks, so we were very 
anxious to be on our way. We helped 
with the wild horses all we could, in 
order to speed up. Soon we were off, 
and hadn’t gone a mile when we 
jumped a bunch of deer, which trotted 
off up the hillside with no more fear 
than that many cattle. We didn’t try 
to get a shot, as we had a long ride 
to make through some bad trails and 
were anxious to make every minute 
count in order that we could make 
Albert’s cabin before dark. We saw 
bunch after bunch of deer during the 
day and saw where a mountain lion 
had crossed the trail at which the dogs 
became very busy sniffing, and even 
Albert was itching to follow them, 
Nothing more out of the ordinary hap- 

The writer wears a pleased expression. 
pened until we were coming down the 
long steep mountain into the Middle 
Fork when the horse carrying the coal 
oil got off the trail and got mixed up 
in a tree, tearing loose the kerosene 
cans, which went tumbling down the 
mountain side as far as we could see, 
spouting oil at every jump, at which 
Albert exercised his vocabulary of 
swear words to perfection. 
From the foot of the hill the trail 
led down along a pretty little clear 
creek to the main stream, which we 
could hear the roar of in the distance. 
It seemed like Spring down here with 
the grass still green in places and not 
a bit of snow. We crossed the main 
channel of the Middle Fork of the 
Salmon at the ford, a short distance 
above Albert’s cabin, which we could 
see from here was a very picturesque 
log cabin situated on this fertile little 
flat that the river had some time or 
other deposited here for just such a 
place as this. The cabin was backed 
by an orchard of apricots, apples, cher- 
ries, plums and peaches. The apple 
trees were loaded with luscious red 
apples. The horses seemed to know 
they were home, as we rode into the 
yard, and were anxious to be relieved 
of their burdens and get with the other 
horses that could be seen feeding on 
the meadow beyond the log barn. 
E made short work of getting 
things unpacked and carried into 
the house, which had four rooms—a 
kitchen, living-room and two bedrooms. 
Everything was neat as could be, even 
the kitchen floor looked clean enough 
to eat off of. Albert told us that he 
left a man and his wife in the cabin 
when he and Henry left to meet us, 
who were down there fishing and jerk- 
ing some venison. They had cleaned 
the place up and had left some venison 
for us. The place was delightfully 
cozy and beyond all our expectations. 
Albert and Henry then proceeded to 
cook a regular “banquet” for us, while 
we snooped around. We cleaned our 
guns and got our fishing tackle out for 
to-morrow’s use. We expected to spend 
the forenoon resting, and in the after- 
noon go for a few trout. After our 
big feed we all sat around the fire- 
place in the living-room, smoking good 
cigars, and eating apples which were 
so cold and fresh that they hurt our 
teeth. We also played some jazz on 
the little phonograph, and Henry, en- 
deavoring to furnish more comedy, did 
a mean step dance for us before we 
turned in for the night. Our beds, by 
the way, had feather ticks on them, so 
soft you almost sank out of sight in 
them. 
Henry was out early next morning 
and cooked a huge breakfast, and after 
having called us once or twice, with 
no signs of life, he came to the door 
and called in his deep bass; ‘‘Come and 
get it here or I’in going to throw it 
outdoors.” This struck us funny and 
we had lots of fun over our “hard- 
boiled” cook. 
E decided to take it easy this day 
and fish a little, while Albert and 
Henry pushed a little bunch of calves 
into the branding. Jim, “Doc” and I 
took our rods and went after some of 
the speckled beauties in the river. 
After we had caught a nice string each, 
we decided to go in and watch the rop- 
ing while the men were branding. This 
was a regular Frontier Day for us. 
We took pictures, including some of 
ourselves done up in shape and all the 
paraphernalia of a cowpuncher, and 
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