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urther disheartened. In the foreground stood a half dozen frame buildings, graceless and cheap, without tree or shrub to give shadow or charm of line--all was bare, bleak, sere; but under his window the stream was singing its glorious mountain song, and away to the west rose the aspiring peaks from which it came. Romance brooded in that shadow, and on the lower foot-hills the frost-touched foliage glowed like a mosaic of jewels. Dressing hurriedly he went down to the small bar-room, whose litter of duffle-bags, guns, saddles, and camp utensils gave evidence of the presence of many hunters and fishermen. The slovenly landlord was poring over a newspaper, while a discouraged half-grown youth was sludging the floor with a mop; but a cheerful clamor from an open door at the back of the hall told that breakfast was on. Venturing over the threshold, Norcross found himself seated at table with some five or six men in corduroy jackets and laced boots, who were, in fact, merchants and professional men from Denver and Pueblo out for fish and such game as the law allowed, and all in holiday mood. They joked the waiter-girls, and joshed one another in noisy good-fellowship, ignoring the slim youth in English riding-suit, who came in with an air of mingled melancholy and timidity and took a seat at the lower corner of the long table. The landlady, tall, thin, worried, and inquisitive, was New England--Norcross recognized her type even before she came to him with a question on her lips. "So you're from the East, are you?" "I've been at school there." "Well, I'm glad to see you. My folks came from York State. I don't often get any one from the _real_ East. Come out to fish, I s'pose?" "Yes," he replied, thinking this the easiest way out. "Well, they's plenty of fishing--and they's plenty of air, not much of anything else." As he looked about the room, the tourist's eye was attracted by four young fellows seated at a small table to his right. They wore rough shirts of an olive-green shade, and their faces were wind-scorched; but their voices held a pleasant tone, and something in the manner of the landlady toward them made them noticeable. Norcross asked her who they were. "They're forestry boys." "Forestry boys?" "Yes; the Supervisor's office is here, and these are his help." This information added to Norcross's interest and cheered him a little. He knew something of the Forest Service, and had been told tha
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