Rosebud County news. [volume] (Forsyth, Mont.) 1901-1906, 1904-09-08

profusion and such brilliancy of color
ing. One could not step W without crush
ing them. One spot was so :hickly
covered with dogs tooth violets and
buttercups that it was christened
"The Field of the Cloth of Gold" One
had the pleasure of standing upon a
snow-drift and picking buttercup.
WEAKNESS and hunger were forgotten
in the flowers and the magnificence
of the view. There, above and leading
was MacDougal peak, with snowdrifts
on its sides and leading up to it. Other
mountains reared their heads-some
bare and bald, some heavily forested,
some crowned with pure snow. Two
beautiful lakes were near the camp
and the tall, alpine frs were every
where. A campfire was hastily made
and skirts dried as we'll as possible,
while the party waited for the pack.
But the pack did not come and it was
feared something had happened which
might keep them all night. So a log
was procured and oiled near the fire.
Branches were spread upon the ground
and placed behind to protect
from the wind, which had grown chilly,
and the party sat with backs to the
logs and feet to the fire and told stories
and waited. They were even prepar-
ing to spend the night in this manner.
when a shout brought an answering
shout, and the pack began to descend
the notch. 1t was then about eleven
o'clock-too late for supper. Some hot
coffee was made and all were glad to
eat again from the lunches with an
addition of canned peaches and hot
coffee. OF course it was too late for
tents, so the men spread tarpaulins
upon the ground and the bedding was
placed upon them. Little tents were
spread over the beds, in case of rain:
but the moon was shining. Well, tie
rain came. Sleepers were awakened
in the night by the soft patter of drops
upon the covers. Of course the ground
did not make the softest of beds, and if
one attempted to turn over the tarpaulin
and the cover became separated and
the water, which had collected in pools
on the cover, trickled down to the bed;
and if the ground happened to slope
toward ones back the water flowed in
that direction. Then one had to take
ones wet stockings and mop up the
water and replace the cover securely
and not move again on pain of having
to repeat the performance. But who
would miss such an experience? Is
not variety the spice of life? And
what did it matter that the party went
with wet feet two or three days? It
was an outing in the mountains and
who ever heard of catching cold under
c,1ch conditions
"The one who gets to breakfast last
is liar, was call that wakened
sleepers and stirred energies. Who
could help enjoying a breakfast of
bacon and coffee and hapjacks THAT
were really flapped) and syrup, upon
table ornamented with wild flowers.
with mountains and grand alpine frs
and snowdrifts for a background, in
the last part of July?
The day was spent exploring the
region and climbing the ridge. Of
course, no one was supposed to leave
the others tor long without informing
some one. One young man went for a
stroll by himself. A meadow near a
little lake looked very inviting and he
meant to explore it. But the meadow
was some distance away and a nearer
approach showed the grass to be tall
moose brush, and the young man was
obliged to ford some swift rapids and