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Show Camping Out in tho Rockies. "About dusk you straggle in with trout or game. The campkeeper lays aside his mending or his repairing or his notebook, an'd stirs up the cooking lire. Tho smell of broiling and frying and boiling arises In the air. By tho dancing llamc of tho camptlro you eat your third dinner for tho day In the mountains all meals are dinnersand din-nersand formldablo ones at that. The curtain of. blackness draws down close. Through It shine stars, loom mountains cold and mlstllke In the moon You tell stories. You smoko pipes. After a tlmo tho pleasant chill creeps down from tho elernnl snows. Somo ono throws another handful of plno cones on tho lire. Sleepily Sleep-ily you prepare for bed. The plno cones flaro up. throwing their light In your eyes. You turn over and wrap tho soft woolen blanket close about your chin. You wJnk drowsily and at once you arc asleep. Late In tho night you awaken to ibid your noso ns cold as a dog's You open ono eye. A few coals mark whoro tho- lire has been. The mist mountains have drawn nearer, and they seem to bend over you In silent contemplation The moon Is sailing high in the heavens. With a sigh you draw the canvas tarpaulin tar-paulin over your head. Instantly it Is morning. "Tho Mountains, " by S. ID. Y;hltc. |