Rock Creek, up around Black Mountain, back around St. Peter's Dome, then
study the canyons along the railroad. They say there is a good cabin
somewhere near Daniel's Pass, and several around Fairview. Get into all
of those canyons that run into North Cheyenne, because that would be the
handiest location for us to get to. It would be great if we could find an
old prospector's cabin that we could remodel and add to. You see, we'd
have a place to camp as we worked that way. Then, too, it would have this
decided advantage--it would be a staked claim and not the open forest
reserve. You would have to pay for all lumber you cut on the reserve, but
on a claim you are entitled to a certain amount for building purposes.
You see, we could probably show mineral anywhere near a prospector's
cabin. I am convinced there are many such cabins that would be almost
ideal, if we could only find them."

"My father built a cabin in these mountains years ago," said Willis. "A
miner's cabin; but I've never seen it. I don't know where it is, but it's
near Cookstove Mountain. Some one has jumped the claim, though, now, so
mother said."

"Wouldn't it be funny, Willis, if we should find that old cabin of your
father's?" asked Mr. Allen. Ideas came thick and fast. Even "Sleepy"
Smith woke up to the fact that something unusual was going on, and roused
himself so as not to miss it. After an hour's planning and discussion
they decided what to do. A route was to be laid out and an investigation
trip made under the direction of Mr. Allen. The party was to be limited
to six fellows: Ham, Phil, Fat, Chuck, and Willis were the ones chosen to
go. Definite plans were laid out, and the following Tuesday set as the
day for starting.

As Willis was explaining the plans to his mother the next morning his