we found to be all right, and I wish to say that this was the
farthest up the gulch in the Rockies that I had been at that time.

I found my friend all right on the trout question, for trout were so
plenty it was no sport to catch them. The next morning after we were
in camp we climbed to what Mr. Nettel called the bench, but I thought
it was the moon. We had hardly got to the level, or bench, when we
say plenty of elk tracks so we followed in the direction in which the
fresh trails seemed to lead.

We had not gone far when I noticed something moving in the
underbrush, which might have been taken for a rocking chair for all
that I could tell. We stood still a few moments when three elk came
out in sight. We watched them feed for a few minutes, then made a
noise like a deer blowing, and the elk stopped feeding, stood and
listened and looked about for danger; Mr. Nettel again snorted and
the elk trotted off.

We now separated a little and began walking across the bench. We had
not gone far when I saw two buck deer feeding and shot one of them.
Mr. Nettel soon came to me and we took the entrails out of the deer
and drew the carcass down to camp where we sure had venison as well
as trout.

The man who packed our outfit up the gulch for us had a little
whiffet dog with him, and in some manner he neglected to take the dog
back with him. We were a little worried at first because the man had
left the dog with us, but later I at least was pleased that the dog
was with us.

We had dressed the deer and hung the meat up on trees near the shack.
The second night after we had the deer hanging up, along in the night
the dog kept growling so that after a time, as the moon was shining,
I thought I would get up and see what was worrying the pup. When I
opened the shack door the pup lit out like shot from a shovel, and I
could see the outline of some animal taking up a tree. I could hear
the bark from the tree falling to the ground like hail.

Mr. Nettel was still sound asleep, so I said nothing but took my gun
and stepped outside the shack. I could see the outlines of something
standing on a limb of the tree. I took the best aim I could owing to
the dim light and fired. The tree stood on the side of the gulch,
which was very steep, and when the gun cracked the object in the tree
apparently flew right up the side of the gulch from the tree.

The pup gave chase and within fifty yards I could again hear the bark
from the tree and