author - "Elinore Pruitt Stewart"

nup and a glorious day wehad. We followed a stream higher up into the mountains and the air wasso keen and clear at first we had on our coats. There was a tang ofsage and of pine in the air, and our horse was midside deep inrabbit-brush, a shrub just covered with flowers that look and smelllike goldenrod. The blue distance promised many alluring adventures, sowe went along singing and simply gulping in summer. Occasionally abunch of sage chickens would fly up out of the sagebrush, or a jackrabbit would leap out. Once we saw a bunch of antelope gallop over ahill, but we were out just to be out, and game didn't tempt us. Istarted, though, to have just as good a time as possible, so I had afish-hook in my knapsack.

Presently, about noon, we came to a little dell where the grass was assoft and as green as a lawn. The creek kept right up against the hillson one side and there were groves of quaking asp and cottonwoods thatmade shade, and service-bushes and birches that shut off the ugly hillson t