blankets while I put the kitchen in such order that the men left to
feed the stock would have no trouble in getting their meals. Mr.
Stewart carried out the mess-box, and presently we were off. We had a
wagon-box on bobsleds, and the box was filled with hay and hot rocks
with blankets on top and more to cover us. Mr. Stewart had two big bags
of grain in front, feed for the horses, and he sat on them.

It was a beautiful day and we jogged along merrily. We had lots of fun,
and as we went a new way, there was much that was new to Mrs.
O'Shaughnessy and myself, and it was all new to the rest. Gavotte had
told us where we should noon, and we reached the place shortly after
twelve. Mr. Stewart went to lift out the mess-box,--but he had
forgotten to put it in! Oh, dear! We were a disappointed lot. I don't
think I was ever so hungry, but there was nothing for it but to grin
and bear it. It did me some good, though, to remember how a man misses
his dinner. The horses had to be fed, so we walked about while they
were eating. We went up a cañon that had high cliffs on one side, and
came to a place where, high up on the rock wall, in great black
letters, was this legend: "Dick fell off of this here clift and died."
I should think there would be no question that any one who fell from
that place on to the boulders below _would_ die.

Soon we started again, and if not quite so jolly as we were before, at
least we looked forward to our supper with a keen relish and the horses
were urged faster than they otherwise would have been. The beautiful
snow is rather depressing, however, when there is snow everywhere. The
afternoon passed swiftly and the horses were becoming jaded. At four
o'clock it was almost dark. We had been going up a deep cañon and came
upon an appalling sight. There had been a snow-slide and the cañon was
half-filled with snow, rock, and broken trees. The whole way was