hat the men say is the Rocky Mountain huckleberry.
The grouse are feeding on them. Altogether this is one of the most
delightful places imaginable. The men are not very anxious to begin
hunting. A little delay means cooler weather for the meat. It is cool
up here, but going back across the desert it will be warm for a while
yet. Still, when they see elk every day it is a great temptation to
try a shot.

One of the students told me Professor Glenholdt was here to get the
tip-end bone of the tail of a brontosaurus. I don't know what that is,
but if it is a fossil he won't get it, for the soil is too deep. The
students are jolly, likable fellows, but they can talk of nothing but
strata and formation. I heard one of them say he would be glad when
some one killed a bear, as he had heard they were fine eating, having
strata of fat alternating with strata of lean. Mr. Haynes is a quiet
fellow, just interested in hunting. Mr. Struble is the big man of the
party; he is tall and strong and we find him very pleasant company.
Then there is Dr. Teschall; he is a quiet fellow with an unexpected
smile. He is so reserved that I felt that he was kind of out of place
among the rest until I caught his cordial smile. He is so slight that
I don't see how he will stand the hard climbing, not to mention
carrying the heavy gun. They are using the largest caliber sporting
guns,--murderous-looking things. That is, all except Mr. Harkrudder,
the picture man. He looks to be about forty years old, but whoops and
laughs like he was about ten.

I don't need to tell you of the "good mon," do I? He is just the kind,
quiet good mon that he has always been since I have known him. A young
lady from a neighboring camp came over and said she had called to see
our _tout ensemble_. Well, I've given you it, they, us, or we.

We didn't need a guide, as Mr. Haynes and Mr. Struble are old-timers.
We were to have had a cook, but when we reached Pinedale, where we
were to have picked him up, he told Mr. Haynes he was "too tam seek
in de bel," so we had to come without him; but that is really no
inconvenience, since we are all very good cooks and are all willing
to help. I don't think I shall be able to tell you of any great
exploits I make with the gun. I fired one that Mr. Stewart carries,
and it almost kicked my shoulder off. I am mystified about Mrs.
O'Shaughnessy's license. I know she would not shoot one of those big
guns for a dozen elk; besides that, she i