Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1907-07-10
Camera Hunt
BY HON0RE wILLSIE.
Copyright. 1907. by c. H. sutcliffe.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
BY HoNoRE wILLsIE;.

Bulue. AIleT Tue IouBu ClllnDiuS oI
the morning the little plateau seemed
heavenly. But even this respite did
not ease Penelopes sense of irritation.
Arthur's> and Alice's fad had seemed
SO amusing at first that she had read
lily accepted their invitation to join
them. To hunt the wild game Of the
Rockies with n camera was unique
enough to be interesting, but the hunt
of the long tailed deer, so high among
the peaks that rapid work was misery,
had been very bad. The three days
chase for a snap at the black wolf had
been worse, and 1t ended In failure.
But this chase for mountain sheep
was trying Penelope beyond endur-
ance.
"It's easy for Alice" thought poor
Penelope, digging her stafr viciously
into a crevice. "She's like bundle Of
steel wires. She loves to get up before
daylight and crawl half a mile on her
hands and knees to wait at a spring
for some silly beast to come Cor
drink. But I'm just worn out Alice!
Arthur .
The three enthusiasts ahead turned
back "You three leave me here In the
shade Of this rock and come back for
me when you are finished. 1 am worn
OUT
Arthur looked at Penelope In dismay
"But don't you want to see a mountain
sheep?' he conXed. "Since the black
tailed deer were In the river bottom
this morning the shccp are sure to be
up here. Just think, Penelope, one Of
those curious, rare mountain sheep!'
But even this vision failed to move
his sister. She shook her head. Alice
gave a resigned little sigh.
'I'll stay with you, Penelope" she
said.
mo, you won't" said Arthur hastily.
"It's not safe. Two women are mo
better than one here"
Here the guide interposed. He had
been with them but day, but already,
besides being their guide, he was their
counselor and friend. He was too well
bred to be treated otherwise. Penelope
looked ut the staiwart, heavily beard.
ed fellow in n troubled way. His re-
semblance to Dick In spite of the
beard was startling.
"Now, l tell you. Mr.. Seymore," he
said, you know as much about this
business as I do, and you tell me you
have been up this trail half q dozen
times before. Why can't l stay here
with your sister, fix up camp for the
night and let Mr.. and Mrs. Seymore go
on and locate the sheepf"
"Good, good!" exclaimed Seymore.
Mrs. Seymore looked little dubious,
but Penelope spoke eagerly. Here was
q chance for an hour or two Of rest
that was not to be foregone.
at will only be couple Of hours"
she said pleadingly. "You will be back
before dark, and I am so tired, and"
she added artfully, ''you may miss
your only chance at the mountain
sheep"
Come on, Arthur" said Mrs. Sey-
more. and the two started off up the
mountain.
The little plateau on which the col
loquy had taken pluce was smooth and
wide, with a little spring trickling out
Of the great wall of the mountain.
Penelope sat quietly watching the dis
tant peaks in the afternoon light while
the guide set about bis preparation for
the nights camp. watching Penelope
surreputiously the while. Very lovely
was the sunlight on the masses Of her
hair. the quick glow Of color in her
cheeks, the delight in her eyes as she
looked at the distant glory OF the can
yon walls.
Finally her gaze wandered to the
guide as his work brought him close
beside her, and again the troubled look
came to her eyes.
do you know" she said abruptly,
'tyou have g resemblance to some one
used to know that Is startling"
The guide Strengthened himself and
looked at her keenly. "Is that soT'
he said In his quiet way.
Without knowing why, she added,
at was some one who was very dear
to me-
"And nowT said the guide tenta-
lively.
'"There Is no now," said Penelope,
rising and walking toward the edge Of
the plateau.
The guide watched her anxiously.
Not too near the edge, please" he
called.
Penelope did not answer. Far far
below curled the silvery line that was
the river, then up and up chaos OF
color in the rock masses, and silence,
silence 80 intense that, though every
sense was keen to catch the brilliancy
Of the canyon coloring, Penelope stood
counting her own heart beats. She
leaned over little to look at the ledge
below her.
And then the thing happened - a
sudden vertigo, a hoarse cry%from be-
hind her, sense OF endless falling,
then unconsctousness.