run with glad shouts to plunge into the nearest pool,
as most camping fiction would have us believe. Not
they. The glad shout and nearest pool can wait until
noon when the sun is warm. They, too, blow on their
fingers and curse the cook for getting them up so
early. All eat breakfast and feel better.

Now the cook smokes in lordly ease. One of the
other men washes the dishes, while his companion
goes forth to drive in the horses. Washing dishes is
bad enough, but fumbling with frozen fingers at stubborn
hobble-buckles is worse. At camp the horses are caught,
and each is tied near his own saddle and pack.

The saddle-horses are attended to first. Thus they
are available for business in case some of the others
should make trouble. You will see that your saddle-
blankets are perfectly smooth, and so laid that the
edges are to the front where they are least likely to
roll under or wrinkle. After the saddle is in place,
lift it slightly and loosen the blanket along the back
bone so it will not draw down tight under the weight
of the rider. Next hang your rifle-scabbard under
your left leg. It should be slanted along the horse's
side at such an angle that neither will the muzzle
interfere with the animal's hind leg, nor the butt with
your bridle-hand. This angle must be determined by
experiment. The loop in front should be attached to
the scabbard, so it can be hung over the horn; that
behind to the saddle, so the muzzle can be thrust