The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-30

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 T was one of the still
 clear days of fall when
 the air of the Rockies
 goes to the heart of him ~ who breathes it. For @8 NM this is the manner in p<S f<heS# which men hear of the
 s%n Ssh welcome of the Red M H Gods to such as seek out
 A@4 their abiding-places.
 The man who slowly
 OMS rounded a shoulder of
 the mountain, letting his
 horse choose the trail, was not given to aes- xhetic contemplation; and he did not know there were such things as Red Gods because he had lived so long among them. He came, however, to Q sharp turn in the trail, where, over looking boundless miles of caynon, 1t fell sharply ,down-then sloped away and away into a carpet of pygn1y pine tops, infinite depths below; and as he paused to breathe his horse, his eye took in the view with kind of wist- fuf pleasure that stirred in some hid- den depth of his nature He traced t1e course of a swift mountain stream that followed the bends of the can yonx- watching the scintillating flashes of light and occasional stretches of white foam on its broken surface. There were places where the water flowed smooth and deep and black be- meath the shade of towering rocks, rehecting in it's silent reaches some what of the paradox of the true vii derness, where life is breeding and ss-' lent in proportion as it is intense, and the more alive in proportion to Its 1ifelessness-
 Farther on lay lake, blue as the straight and high on its very beach, and white as the sand that fringed its still waters All things it was of the heavens and of the earth. The man had been there. Every turn of the brook. every cove on the shore of never knew the spell of the place, ex- cept as 1t came upon him with a touch of discontent he could never analyze.
 Physically he was typical of the West The clear-cut features, ob- tained from forcefuI ancestry, had been claiselled into something of that spiritual cast that comes to men whose souls have been proven in the battle with natural forces which kill if they be not conquered. He. was mounted on horse obviously used 10 mountain trails, and preceded by a well-laden packhorse- At the heels of his horse came a stag-hound, to which he spoke frequently in tones of an established companionship. The dog whined impatiently at the delay; and the man looked back at him and laughed good-humoredly.
 ~All right, old fellow" he said. Ycu're the boss"
 Passing the turn in the path with lczre. he pushed on eagerly as the trail broadened out His destination, which he had travelled many days to reach, was near; and the trail contin- ned to broaden till it Widened into a flat acre The place seemed to have been scooped from the side of the mountain with a giant shovel, and merged farther up into narrow ra- vine, on the sides of which the spring freshets had left their mark.
 To the left of the path over which he had just come lowered the great body of the mountain, an endless sue icessiOn of minor peaks and sheer cliffs to where the snow laid smooth white mantle over all the ruggedness. He noticed that the srow-line had ad- ranced lower by many hundred feet; and the observation brought a pecu- liar glint into his eyes, which ended in smile.
 There was a spring short distance iup the ravine. at which he filled his Kettle. He placed it over a hastily lighted fire, and while it was coming lfo a boil with a s1owness proportions ate 10 the altitude, pitched his small tent with qtickness that showed an zncient1y acquired skill. In the 1oca- non DOH or the HIe duQ or LIlG I6II he was at pains to see that they were completely hidden from the trail by an enormous boulder.
 He sniffed at the odor of bacon and beans, biscuit and coffee, iTnpatiently, eating the meal 11ungrily when it was ready, and throwing the. scraps to the staghound that lay beside him as he ate
 The sun sank early behind the noun tain. The man built the fire high, and chopping enough fuel for the night rolled into his blankets with the dog by his side Endless peaks reared them selves for serried miles, with their white snow-tops turned to pinl-then to crim- son by the setting sun. At length they stood out like ghosts of the mountain twilight and from beneath their gray presence emerged the purple shadows 4olaclIness through which he heard tht 11urnur of the far-off stream. Tn. soughing of the pines as the night wine moved them reached his ears; the star: 3fcne will the moon from a blue sky a puma called in the distance, with tht cali that resembles the wal of a child nearing which, tfle stag-hot1nd gave low erow1, but lay quiet. when the mar put out restraining hand It was nigh and they slept-the man rising Seyera times to replenish the fire. Then, in tn wink of an eyelash, it was morning.
 He rose Witl1- Ine HTSt ugHtS an' though there was haste in his move r1aerrfs, everything he did indicated hi intention to form a permanent camp Finishing breakfast quickly, he made hi way at once farther up the ravine, wher he uncovered a cache which shove, signs of having been recently made. H nodded with satisfaction on finding rrndisturbed It was the result of sev erai secret Grips during the summer, an contained provisions sufficient for nan months. as well as a supply of carefull oiled tools and several packages of dy narnite that had been wrapped in man