ful until little by little the circle thinned.

Our tent is as comfortable as can be. Now that it is snowing, we sit
around the stoves, and we should have fine times if Professor
Glenholdt could have a chance to talk; but we have to listen to "Run,
Nigger, Run" and "The Old Gray Hoss Come A-tearin' Out The
Wilderness." I'll sing them to you when I come to Denver.

With much love to you,
ELINORE RUPERT STEWART.

VIII

THE SEVENTH MAN

CLOUDCREST, October 10, 1914.

DEAR MRS. CONEY,--

I wonder what you would do if you were here. But I reckon I had better
not anticipate, and so I will begin at the beginning. On the morning
of the eighth we held a council. The physician and the two students
had gone. All had their limit of elk except Mr. Haynes and myself. Our
licenses also entitled each of us to a deer, a mountain sheep, and a
bear. We had plenty of food, but it had snowed about a foot and I was
beginning to want to get out while the going was good. Two other
outfits had gone out. The doctor and the students hired them to haul
out their game. So we decided to stay on a week longer.

That morning Mrs. O'Shaughnessy and I melted snow and washed the
clothes. It was delightful to have nice soft water, and we enjoyed our
work; it was almost noon before we thought to begin dinner. I suppose
you would say lunch, but with us it is dinner. None of the men had
gone out that day.

Mr. Harkrudder was busy with his films and didn't come with the rest
when dinner was ready. When he did come, he was excited; he laid a
picture on the table and said, "Do any of you recognize this?"

It looked like a flash-light of our camping ground. It was a little
blurry, but some of the objects were quite clear. Our tent was a white
blotch except for the outlines; the wagons showed plainly. I didn't
think much of it as a picture, so I paid scant attention. Mrs.
O'Shaughnessy gave it close scrutiny; presently she said, "Oh, yis, I
see what it is. It's a puzzle picture and ye find the man. Here he is,
hidin' beyont the pine next the tent."

"Exactly," said Harkrudder, "but I had not expected just this. I am
working out some ideas of my own in photography, and this picture is
one of the experiments I tried the night of the storm. The result
doesn't prove my experiment either way. Where were you, Stewart,
during the storm?"

"Where should