the
valley. I rose and said I must get back to camp. Mrs. O'Shaughnessy
and I had both wept with Mrs. Mortimer over little Dave. We have all
given up our first-born little man-child; so we felt near each other.
We told Mrs. Mortimer that we had passed under the rod also. I kissed
her toilworn old hands, and Mrs. O'Shaughnessy dropped a kiss on her
old gray head as we passed out into the rose-and-gold morning. We felt
that we were leaving a sanctified presence, and we are both of us
better and humbler women because we met a woman who has buried her
sorrow beneath faith and endeavor.

This doesn't seem much like a letter, does it? When I started on this
trip, I resolved that you should have just as much of the trip as I
could give you. I didn't know we would be so long getting to the
hunting-ground, and I felt you would _like_ to know of the people we
meet. Perhaps my next letter will not be so tame. The hunting season
opens to-morrow, but we are several days' travel from the elk yet.

Elizabeth behaves queerly. She doesn't want to go on, stay here, or go
back. I am perfectly mystified. So far she has not told us a thing,
and we don't know to whom she is going or anything about it. She is a
likable little lady, and I sincerely hope she knows what she is
doing. It is bedtime and I must stop writing. We go on to-morrow.

With affectionate regards,
ELINORE RUPERT STEWART.

V

DANYUL AND HIS MOTHER

IN CAMP ON THE GROS VENTRE,
September 6, 1914.

MY DEAR FRIEND,--

I have neglected you for almost a week, but when you read this letter
and learn why, I feel sure you will forgive me.

To begin with, we bade Mrs. Mortimer good-bye, and started out to find
better fishing than the pretty little stream we were on afforded us.
Our way lay up Green River and we were getting nearer our final
camp-ground all the time, but we were in no hurry to begin hunting, so
we were just loitering along. There were a great many little lakes
along the valley, and thousands of duck. Mr. Stewart was driving, but
as he wanted to shoot ducks, I took the lines and drove along. There
is so much that is beautiful, and I was trying so hard to see it all,
that I took the wrong road; but none of us noticed it at first, and
then we didn't think it worth while to turn back.

The road we were on had lain along the foothills