The Russellville Democrat., 1880-11-11
Lord purraven in Colorado.

1 and Scotch gillie, who had accom- panied me from home, took up our abode
 Tn a little log-shanty close to the ranch
 house, and made ourselves very cosey. There was not much elegance or luxury
 in our domicile, but plenty of comfort.
 Two rough rooms-a huge fireplace in
 one of them-two beds, and no other fur
 niture of any kind whatever, completed
 our establishment. But what on earth
 dId we want with furniture? We were
 up before daylight, out hunting or fish
 ing all day, had our food at the ranch,
 sat on the ground and smoked our pipes,
 an went to bed early. Ones rest is a 1 good deal broken in winter time, and it
 is necessary to go to bed early ia order
 to get enough sleep, because in very cold
 weather it is highly advisable to keep a
 fire burning all night, and, as yet, hunt
 CTS have not evolved the faculty of put 1 ting on logs in their sleep. It would be
 most useful If they could do so, and, ac-
 cording to the law of evolution, some of | them, by this time, ought to have done | it. However, I was not much troubled, for Sandie, who slept by the fire. was
 very wakeful. would generally awake 1 about two or three in the morning to | find the logs blazing and cracking mer-
 rily, and Sandie sitting in the ingle
 smoking his pipe, plunged in deep | thought.
 "Well, Sandie," I would say, "what
 kind of q night is it and what are you
 thinking off"
 "oh, well, it's fine night, just wee bit cheelv outside thermometer about p degrees below zero); and Pm thinking we did not make that stalk after the big | cfa ct rietI ,lr- l ing where we'll go to-day to find him." Then we would smoke little--haver a little, as Sandie would call it--and dis
 cuss the vexed question of how we made | the mistake with the big stag; and hay l ing come to no satisfactory conclusion,
 and agreed that the stag had the biggest l antlers that ever were seen-which is | always the case with the deer you don't
 get-we would put out our pipes and
 sleep till daylight warned us to set about our appointed task, which was to find deer somehow, for the larder wanted re- plenishing.
 In summer time beautiful but danger
 ous creatures roam the park The tracks | of tiny little shoes are more frequent than | the less interesting but harmless foot | prints of mountain sheep. You are more | likely to catch glimpse of the flicker of the hem of a white petticoat in the dis tance than of the glancing form of deer. The marks of carriage wheels are more | plentiful than elk signs, and you are not
 now so likely to be scared by the human. l like track of a gigantic bear as by the | appalling impress of number eleven boot. That is as it should be. There is
 plenty of room elsewhere for wild beasts, l and natures beauty should be enjoyed 1 by man. I we'll remember the com
 mencement of civilization. was sitting
 on the stoop of the log shanty one fine summers evening when to me appeared the strange apperation of an aged gentle
 man on diminutive donkey. He was | the first stranger I had ever seen in the
 park. After surveying me in silence for some moments he observed, Say, is this a pretty good place to drink whisky in?" replied, "Yes," naturally, for
 have never heard of spot that was not | favorable for the consumption of whis- ky, the State of Maine not excepted: Well, have you any to sell" he contin- ued. "No, 1 answered, 'got none"
 After gazing at me in melancholy silence for some moments, evidently puzzled at Ihe idea of a man and house, but no
 whisky, he went slowly and sadly on
 his way, and l saw him no more.