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camp, mending things and fighting. mosquitoes. 
For dinner we had hot biscuits and-honey, ham 
pickles, potatoes, etc., so you see we 
At 1 o'clock we 
and: eggs, 
were in no danger of starving. 
started down the pass toward Middle Park. 
(his side 1s not so steep as the other, but 
longer and very rough, on account of the rocks 
and the old corduroy of which the lower part 
of the road was originally built. Four miles 
down we came to Spruce Lodge, a small road 
house built of logs. Five miles further down 
there is a small inn called Idlewild. At this 
place the: owner showed us seven bear skins, hav- 
ing trapped the bears ten miles back on the main 
The. largest skin was taken from a cin- 
Shortly 
before night we came to Frazer, a town of two 
range. 
namon bear that weighed 7oo pounds. 
houses, a store with postoffice, and two barns, 
We 
now in Middle Park and driving two miles more, 
the whole town owned by two men. were 
made our camp at Hamiitou Creek, which with 
several other small streams flows at this point 
the Frazer River. 
As July 14 was Sunday we decided to stay in 
camp and give the horses a- chance to rest. The 
ladies lolled in the hammocks reading and talk- 
into 
ing while the men were scattered in every direc- 
tion. Over to one side, with a mirror tied to 
a tree. one man worked and grunted trying. to 
get the stubble off his sun-scorched face. On 
the other was another figure seated on a 
stump with his feet 
engaged in removing the. dust. 
side 
in the horse bucket solemnly 
The rest of the 
men had quietly sneaked off to the river with 
rod and basket, determined to have a try at the 
trout in spite of Sunday and the women. 
Monday was a very hot day, the dry air full 
of dust and horse flies. °The road was excep- 
tionally good with very few steep grades. Only 
two important happenings occurred during the 
day. Old Bones blistered both shoulders badly 
on account of a poor sweat pad, and one of the 
men in the party broke his shin on the root of 
a stump. This side of the park is pretty in 
spots, especially the small draws grown up with 
the quaking asp whose leaves tremble in .the 
slightest breath of air. 
Hot Sulphur Springs, which we reached about 
four in the afternoon, is the county seat of 
Grand county and a rough looking little town 
of log houses with a population of about seventy 
people. It has some very good sulphur springs, 
however, and boasts quite a humber of tourists 
during the summer season. 
After fitting Bones with a new pad, buying a 
few supplies and mailing our letters, we drove 
down to the head of the cafion and pitched our 
tents on the bank of Grand River. The horses, 
turned loose to graze, were led off some time 
after dark by Bones, who promised them better 
pastures and less work. After a long search in 
the dark with lanterns we had to give it up for 
the night, but succeeded in hiring a young man 
who agreed to start after them on his pony as 
soon as it was light in the morning, and he 
brought them back. 
Next day all hance started out to fish, except 
the ladies. When the baskets were turned out 
at noon there was a good showing of trout, and 
as we sat at lunch there was the usual animated 
discussion as to the merits of the various flies. 
The road from Hot Sulphur down winds along 
_the banks of the river through the cafion, which 
is narrow and rocky and about four miles long, 
then into the river bottoms, and we found it 

CAMP ON THE SUMMIT OF BERTHOUD 
very good, with the exception of a few hills, all 
the way to Troublesome, which we made at noon 
and drove across the river on an old bridge, set- 
ting our camp near the bank. Troublesome is 
a mail station, has one house and one barn, and 
is located on the bank of Troublesome Creek. 
This name was given the creek in an early day 
because of the beavers which dammed up the 
creek, making the crossing boggy and uncertain. 
The mosquitoes congregated in large numbers 
at this camp and were very progressive in their 
methods, attacking front, flank and rear simul- 
taneously. We were completely routed, but built 
a big fire and the thick smoke hiding our move- 
ments enabled to escape with our lives. 
About 6:30 in the evening a cool breeze blew 
in and drove the enemy into the bushes and long 
grass so that supper and 
sleep in comfort. 
fit of lawyers and professors who gathered round 
were 
we could have ovr 
Camped near us was an out- 
our fire at night and together we sung college 
songs and old familiars till the noisy frogs stop- 
ped to listen. 
It was not until Monday morning, the 2rst, 
that we took the road back through Hot Sulphur 
bound for Grand Lake, stopping for the night 
at Seven-mile bridge, where we remained 
next day, then were on the road at 8:30,. July 
23. The road was fine, and with good brisk 
driving, part of the time through a drenching 
rain, we reached the lake at three in the after- 
noon, Grand Lake is a lovely sheet of water 
about .three miles long and as clear. as crystal. 
It is surrounded by mountains that form a cup 
in which it lies. The water in the inlet comes 
rushing and foaming down over the .boulders, 
stopping at times to rest beneath an overhang- 
ing rock, then dropping through a little canon 
and graceful, drooping 
with pines 
Near the shore of the lake there is 
grown up 
shrubbery. 
a measly looking little backwoods town with one 
street of unpainted frame houses which seem to 
have settled down in a half-hearted way as if 
expecting to get up and leave early next morn- 
Built round the lake are quite a number 
ing. 
of: cozy cottages that to some extent redeem the 
town. 
On Friday two of our party drove up the 
North Fork of the river, going some ten miles. 
LEVEL. 
PASS, FEET ABOVE SEA 
11,500 
They came back at night with a bag of small 
game and a good basket of trout, giving a glow- 
ing account of the valley and its wild scenery. 
Next day we headed for the North Fork, 
which we reached in time to get our camp well 
established before supper. The valley is a mile 
wide and shut in on either side by a ridge of 
mountains. We had an ideal camp under some 
pines on a high bank close to the river, while 
our horses reveled in the waving bunch grass 
that grows all the The fishing 
was all that could be asked and very often the 
over bottoms. 
air was redolent with the savory smell of chow- 
der, cooking over a slow fire. The nights were 
full of silent glory, flooded with soft moonlight 
broken 
the 
and covered with a great stillness, only 
now and then by a muffled murmur from 
river or the distant cry of some wild animal. 
Our stay in this valley was the most enjoy- 
able part of our trip, but like all other good 
things it had to. come to an end some time and 
the morning of the gist found us on the road 
for Denver, which we reached on the afternoon 
of Aug. 5. ERNEST GIFFORD BUELL. 

Elephant Won't Forget. 
Otto HorrMan, the keeper who was violently 
assaulted recently because he presumed to pick 
up a penny that had been thrown to Gunda, the 
miser elephant of the Bronx Zoo, returned to his 
duties again. The minute he showed up at 
Gunda’s stall the elephant began to stamp and 
roar and rock himself from side to side. He 
kept his little eyes on Hoffman. 
It was very evident that he doesn’t like Hoff- 
got 
Keeper who 
Hoffman 
man any Teuman, 
Hoffman's had 
patched up at the hospital, has been regularly 
more, SO 
place while himself 
assigned to attend to Gunda. 
Hoffman will get another charge. 
New York 

Times. 

Spoiling Sport. 
The as amended 
True huntsmen can’t abide; 
game laws 
They may secure a deer or two, 
But never pot a guide. 
—Exchange. 

