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» “****444444 V NLY A FARMER’S I DAUGHTER. | By MRS. FORRESTER. CHAPTER IX.—(Continued.! Mr. Clayton turned away to the stage, The party at EnJoB Vale "as l,r*’akin« and left his wife to an uninterrupted con Lady Marion Alton on being in versation with her friend. But all the formed of her niece’s engagement had same be was trying to hear every word ... „, t(, Eudon Vale and carried her off that passed between them; he was far too ' London, and thence to pay a visit to small minded to be free from jealousy and Berkshire. Francis Clayton ha.I left the suspicion. Fee was perfectly aware that |nr liefore for Iondon. Miss Champion he was listening, so she dropped her had staved on, in the hope of winning voice to a whisper, and flirted away in baclt Lord Harold to his allegiance; but a very animated manner with Mr. Hast now that she found each day attracting ings. I rancis Clayton was gradually be him more and more to her cousin, she coming furious. At the end of the third could endure it no longer. The visit to act he arose. Jarir (¡race, from which she had antici "It is time to put on your cloak.” he pated such great results, had been said in a harsh and unpleasant voice. fraught with the most bitter mortifica "Why, dear?” asked Fee, looking up with languid innocence, "are you afraid tion. , ... - . That same evening while I.ad.v (.race I shall take cold? You are Uot usually was in her own little sanctum readiug, so solicitous about me." Winifred knocked at her door and, in an "I ordered the carriage early, and I do swer to her "come in." the girl went in not choose my horses to lie kept wait ing, ’ he replied, scarcely deigniug to look and shut the door. Lady Grace looked up and smiled at her. kindly, and then she looked again. Wini Mr. Clayton moved toward the door, fred did not seem bright and beaming and his wife resumed her conversation as was her wont—she was nervous, and with more animation than ever. there were tear stains on her face. “Are you coming?” he exclaimed, turn -What is it, my love? You have been ing impatiently. crying!” There was such tender solici "Me—coming?” returned Fee, nonchal tude in the tone that it was too much for antly, raising her eyebrows. “My dear the girl’s overstrung nerves, and the tears Francis, what could put such an absurd came thick and fast. idea into your head?” "0 I.ad.v Grace, I am so grieved 1” To be treated with indifference, and, “Grieved, m.v child? You have not had worse, ridicule, is naturally disagreeable bad news from home?” to any man; but it made Mr. Clayton, "Oh. no, not that; but I am so afraid sulky and ill-tempered as he already was, tou will be angry with me and never for perfectly aflame with rage. give me. It is about Lord Harold Ers "Marion, are you coming?" kine,” Winifred said, nervously, and a “Certainly not.” sudden chill came into the heart of the “Then I shall go alone. Henry can elder lady, for she was very fond of her get you a fiacre when you feel disposed nephew. to follow me.” And the amiable husband "About Harold, my dear?” left the box. "Lord Harold asked—asked me to mar Mrs. Clayton was as bitter and angry ry him this morning; and, oh, Lady as a high-spirited woman would be under Grace, I am so sorry!” the circumsthances; but she went on talk “Sorry that he asked you to marry ing to her companion very fast, to conceal her annoyance. She was too proud ts him ?” "Because—indeed, Lady Grace, I never make any allusion to her husband's treat dreamt of such a thing—I thought his ment of her; and Mr. Hastings appeared position made him so far beyond me. I not to have noticed it. But he felt for thought he was kind to me, just from her keenly. He did not quite justify her, generous-mindedness like you, that I or think she had behaved wisely, but he might not feel strange at coming into saw what the man was, and felt there must have been some strong undercurrent society I was not used to.” of bitterness to change the bright, good- "Then you do not love him?” “I do like him very much—I could not tempered, sunny, little fairy he had help it, he is so good—but. oh, dear Lady known formerly to the indifferent, pro Grace. I could not marry him,” and the voking woman of to-night. “Poor little girl!” he thought to himself. “I dare tears rained down. say she has found out by this time that “Then you have refused him?” “I told him the truth—I could not de money doesn't bring happiness.” Mrs. Clayton remained until the fifth ceive him.” And then all of a sudden it flashed on act was half over, then she asked Errol Lady Grace Farquhar’s mind that there to see if her servant was in the hall. He was something noble and high-minded in left the box, and returned almost immedi this girl’s refusing such a position and ately. such wealth because she did not love the "M.v brougham is at your disposal. Mrs. man. A more worldly minded woman Clayton, and your servant is just calling would have held such romantic folly in it up,” contempt, and thought the girl a fool She thanked him; and he put her cloak for her pains; but not so Lady Grace. carefully round her, and gave her his Still there was a momentary struggle in arm. her heart before she rose from her eeat “Good-night,” she said, when she was and kissed Winifred. seated in the carriage. “Many thanks “My love,” she said sweetly, "I think for your timely aid. Will you come and you have done quite right, if you feel sure see us to-morrow at our hotel?" in your own uiind that you cannot love He promised; and at parting he held him. But are you quite sure? Harold is her hand longer than is strictly necessary kind and good; he is handsome, and is in wishing good-by. rich—ought you not to weigh everything The day after their meeting at the in your mind thoroughly before you de opera Mr. Hastings called on Mrs. Clay- cide?” j ton; and Mr. Clayton, suspecting the “I like him, I respect hint, but I do not visit, was purposely at home. Fee bright love him—I cannot marry him!” conclud ened up when Mr. Hastings was announc- ed Winifred, piteously. | ed. She had always liked him; now in “Very well, my dear, I will say no her loneliness and misery she ranked him more. I am sorry, for my boy’s sake, and as a dear old friend. Her manner was I should have been well content to have all the more cordial because she wanted you for a niece.” to annoy her husband. And then the kind-hearted woman took “Mr. Hastings. I am delighted to see the sobbing girl in her arms and Wini you; I was just feeling so frightfully bor fred laid her head on the kind breast, ed and dull. I hope you bring a whole and cried to her heart's content. There budget of news." was a good deal more talk before the two "I must ask first after my old friend, parted, and it was settled that Winifred I.ad.v Marion,” he answered. “I cannot should go home the next duy but one, forgive myself for my remissness in not and stay there a few weeks; and then doing so last night.’ she should pay Endon Vale another visit, “Aunt is very well, thank you. I heard when Lord Harold should have left. But from her this morning. She says she is Lord Harold left that very day, after see dreadfully dulf without me, aud is longing ing ami confiding in bis aunt. His part to see us back again.” ing words were: “I often think how she must miss yon. “Aunt, do you think there is any hope I almost wonder she does not remain that she will ever come to care for me?” with you." "So she would, gladly, but Mr. Clayton Lady Grace kissed his forehead and won't let her. Of course, if we have a stroked his head very tenderly. “I cannot tell, my boy, but I am afraid difference of opinion she takes my part, ■OU” and he says something rude to her, and she is offended. Is it not so. Francis?” Mr. Clayton muttered something about CHAPTER X. Seventeen months have elapsed since a mother-in-law living bad enough, but Errol Hastings had stood on the deck of an aunt-in-law was more than anybody the Enone, looking down into the Med bargained for. “And as matrimony is altogether a com iterranean, and thinking of the woman he loved so deeply. She was not a wom mercial speculation.” rejoined Fee. with a an, though, then—she was only a fresh, delightful smile, "you can't, of course, young girl; and in her sweet, simple take more than you bargain for-ean you, Purity lay the charm she had for the man Mr. Hastings?” Errol was by no means pleased at be of the world. He was staying for a month in Paris ing made a third party to matrimonial on the way home, and the brilliant so differences, and made an effort to change ciety he mixed with was very pleasant the conversation. •’Have you seen anything of Lady after his long isolation. To-night, too, he was to meet an old Grace Farquhar lately, Mrs. Clayton C friend at the opera—a woman whom be he asked. "She was here not a month ago; and ■ad always liked, but who had never •eemed so charming to him as she did she has adopted such a sweet, charming Sow. »¡th her pretty assumption of girl. They are like mother and daugh matronhood. Her busband was detest ter; and even that selfish old bookworm. able, certainly, and she knew it. Surely Sir Clayton, seems quite taken with her. the continuance of an old friendship 1 wish you had been here sooner. 1 mu«t be grateful to one who could not be know you would hare been in love with eery happy. And with a strong interest, her.” “I thought Mr. Hastings knew Miss eery keenly awakened, Mr. Hastings walked that evening into Mrs. Clayton's Eyre," interposed Francis Clayton. ‘ At all events. I recollect hearing their names opera box. connected In some story «bout meeting The bushand and wife were together a wood.*’ • “ne. The former was gazing intently in Errol started slightly, and it might have through his glass at a very showy looking been fancy, but Fee certainly thought a •opernumernry. the latter leant back in- deeper color came into his bronzed face. '■ Terentiy, with a strong evpression of discontent and weariness on her pretty Mr. Clayton seemed to think the same, face, she was prettier, jverhaps, than | for he proceeded in his usual amiable when we last saw her as Fee Alton; hut manner: • She and Erskine wer« awfullg »west sadder, more pensive, and her beauty was «'•»« •• rwd by the magnificence «F her >«*» on each th.-r whwi tbe vale. 1 dare say that will tie a elry. match. Lady Grace seems quite agree I am so glad yon have come!” Mrs. able to it: but of course it’s a shocking layton said, smiling up in Errol’s face, one for him." •nd yielding her hand to his gentle pres; bad "Francis." exclaimed his wife, -how *"** I was so dull. None of my friends you exaggerate! Yon know Winifred nev has hern up to see me. and Mr. Clayton Lord Harold, «he wont * »o fascinated by some lovely creature er cared it, for but I am quite sure he made yn the stage that he has no eyes for any- confess ’•e else. Francis,” she continued, touch- her an offer, and that she refused him. never will meet her if he can help it her husband—“Francis, Mr. Hastings He "Did you say that Lady. Grace had is here.” _ '•r. Clayton looked savagely *t her. adopted her. Mrs. Clayton ■ • Yes. more than a year ago; indeed anl then he gave a aurly recognition to before I was married. She was in such •■r. Hastings. "/J I hardly expected to see yon here this ,.d tronble. V** girl. fond Of her father, and he was killed h* Mid. suddenly in a very W*T M * know- Francis. I told yon I asked horse away with him. and he _«•» Hastings to come.” said Fee. ma- thrown ran out of tbe dogcart and killed on lonsiy. "Your memory is not usually tbe ip t- They thought she MT*r’u"'' •« iefective." Madame was not in the best of tempera get over it. and Lady Grace took her home and nursed her >s if she had been ~'““’>*t»nt contact with a man like her her 'wn child. Old S>r Howard Cham- ’•’’•nd had net tended to increase the pm. would have take. her. * * » •«-abibt, st her disposition. I fnsed to go nn, them, because they would not acknowledge her father. She has promised to come and stay with uie when we get back to towu. You must come and meet her." "1 shall be—very- happy,” stammered Errol. seldom drop* below wro, but there is a god fall of rniw, an 1 live stock must 1« fed for sioetal mouths. The stock throughout this locality were of good blood, fat and sl«*ek. Timber and fuel are (ouml in inexhaustible quantities. The country is quite well settle«! and the peoplt* seem satistie*! and content«*«!. We had given the animals all the timothy hav they could eat during the night, and wheu we came to pack them, Buckskin was very toploftical and im> By OLIN D. WHEELER. agineii his neck was clothed with thunder and that he breatheil fire from his CHAPTER XI. nostrils; Koan was in a moot! to climb trees and play a tattoo with nit heels, Errol Hastings, riding toward the Bois de Boulogne, pouderiug much on what he but the others were very well behaved, and submitted to packing with g«xxl rip into the mountains with a pack train under had heard. He was surprised—he tried gra«*e ami the inevitable groaning* characteristic of old-time camp meetings and moderately favorable circumstances is, tor the man to believe he was pleased; but somehow tight cinchings. Old White and Sorrel were c Id timers as pack horses, were who can thoroughly enjoy nature and unconven- or other his satisfaction was not very thin as rails, unweildy and awkwani as a pair of cows, but tough as mules, as ttonality in traveling, a rare treat. genuine. Miss Eyre had certainly made steady as old maids, old as Methusaleh. and of a sternlv moral cast cf count««- In the hope that readers of "Wonderland 1903” may a fortunate step in life: true she had lost a father whom she had loved, but theu enjoy a brief sketch of a pack train journey into a little •he hud gained a friend, in Lady Grace known and very mountaineus region in Idaho, this I- arquhar. She would get introduced into sketch is written. good society, and perhaps, but that was The Divide between not a train of thought he cared to fol Montana and Idaho is low. Had not Erskiue already been at the summit line of the her feet? Bitterroot mountain*. Mr. Hastings' soliloquy was cut short This range i* justly re by seeing Col. d'Aguilar walklug leisure puted one of the moat ly along the Champs Elysees. He drew forbidding and difficult rein instantly. ranges on the continent "I»'Aguilar!” he cried, through which to travel. "Hastings!" exclaimed the other, and they shimk bauds warmly. The engineering obsta "I thought you were back with your cles to railways and regiment." said Errol. wagon road pare extreme "1 have a month more leave, and m.v ly hard to overcome, but brother asked me to join him here, aud eventually these will so 1 came.” necessarily yield to hu A great many questions came into Er man jiersisteney and in- rol’s head that he would have liked to ask Col. d'Aguilar at once; but conver genuity. Until then the trail and pack train I* the only practicable way of sation is neither easy nor agreeable when traversing these grand and loftv defiles, where the forest* tiend, the rock* are carried on with a pedestrian from the washed out by tbe clouds, the mountain streams roar their way into the sea, altitude of a horse's back, particularly ami the fish and game thrive in seclusion. Stretching across this region of tremendous distances, high elevations, and when your steed is restive aud impatient. "Come up to my hotel to-night. d'Agui abrupt declivities, runs an old Indian trail of historic renown. It was origi lar. will you?" Mr. Hastings said. nally known as the northern Nez Perce Indian trail, in eontraiiistinction to the “Very well; I suppose you are going to southern Nez Perce trail farther south. It is now and has long been known as Camp at Weipi* Prairie. the ball at the Embassy?” the I.olo trail, and it extends from a point about eleven miles south from Mis "Yes: but not before twelve.” soula, Mont., westward to the Clearwater river in Idaho. It was over the west nance. In trailing, Wright 1**<1 the way, leading Roan; one of ns followed, anl “Then I’ll look in about ten.” ern part of this well-worn trail that the writer essayed to make his way in the then the other horses were divided as well as possible between us, so as to keep And the two men parted just as Mrs. summer of 1902, having been previously over the eastern portion. them well up in line on the trail. Clayton rolled past in her handsome car I have said that thia trail is historic. In a general way it is the route Up and down we went, passing three small cr«*eks trilling their way amid riage. drawn by high-stepping horses. She looked like a lovely little Esquimaux en used by lewis and Clark in crossing the watershed between the Bitter-root an«l the dense timber, and we halted for the night at the forks of Lolo creek where veloped in her soft white furs, and she Clearwater rivers—both being branches of the Columbia—in 1806 and 1808, solitude reigned supreme. There were no bottom lands, no grazing, hut the gave Mr. Hastings a bright smile, and and the story of their experiences there reads like fiction. In 1877 Chief Jos spot was otherwise suitable for a night’s camp, and lieside a lieautiful trout the wave of a delicately gloved little eph and the Nez Perce Indians, after beginning the well-known war of that year stream, and we ha«l brought along oats for the dumb brutes who were ne« essnri- hand. She had not observed Col. d'Agui in Idaho, retreated across this trail into Montane, followed by General Howard ly tied up during the night. Roan ami Buckskin bad evidently never acquire«! lar. and tbe United States troops in a long and for that pait of the army, a fruitless a taste (or oats for they refused to eat them and wemal suspicious as to our Sixteen months had passed since the stern chase. motives in offering them. day when they had ridden together down Mr. W. H. Wright, a thorough mountaineer with whom I had before cam Our day's trailing had lieen longer than anticipate«! and two of us at least the aveuue of broad-leaved chestnuts at paigned had provide«! for our trip a pack train, outfit, and cook, which were were very tire«!. DeCamp, however, got Endon Vale. She was not altered—at all rendezvoused at Kamiah, Idaho, on the Ch-arnater Short Line of the Northern out his rod and line and whs soon wad events, it did not seem so in tbe momen Pacific Railway. ing the creek and whipping th«' rapids, tary glance he had caught of her smiling Kamiah is in one of the most attractive valleys I have ever seen. The val face. Was she then utterly heartless? ley is rattier circular and oblong in shajie, has a delightful climate and is sur ami lie secured a mess of trout for breakfast. I bathed my fevered feet in Could she have lived all these months with such a hateful, contemptible wretch rounded by high, most gracefully earve«l and grassy mountain slojies. Alio ve the cold stream, changed my sh«M«s, and, as Clayton, and still go on smiling and these slo|ies to the south stretch the wide, fertile plains of Camus prairie. after the royal supper provided, felt like flirting, and give no sign? Col. d'Aguilar Here live the Nez Perce Indians and, sandwiched among them, many white set a different man. We erect«*d, usually, only the ecok's knew none of the particulars of the mar tlers. The Indians have taken up the old lands of their reservation in severalty, tent, our canvas bedcovers being all riage; be had not even heard that she was happy; he had but met her once, and and the surplus acres have lieen sold needed protection except in case of a then she had left him at her husband's to tbe whites. The Indians have fine heavy rain. command, with a smile on her lips. lie farms along the Clearwater and even Towards morning, of this night, it turned and walked back unhappy and high tip among the hills, and both reds begun to rain and ny the time we were resentful. and whites appear to thrive with lit packed ami ready to start the rain was Mr. Clayton, as well as his wife, was tle or no friction. Grain and vegetable* steadily falling, and as we got well into profoundly ignorant of Col. d’Aguilar'a grow to perfection here, and grapes, Almost l*«cke«l. tiie forest the tree* dripped moisture,the arrival in Paris, or he would as soon biishe* alongside the trail deluged our have trusted his wife alone in that fine cherries, peaches, and other fruits find legs ami feet with crystal drops lieautiful but coldly wet, ami in the open sjxits city, as he would have walked willingly a natural soil and a congenial climate the mists flouted, baptizing u* plentifully as we rode along and hiding from himself into the cage of the lion in the that cannot tie stirpasse«!. Through this valley, its mountain Jardin des Plantes. view the country aliout us. (To be continued.) walls mottled by the grain field* of the On this day, too, one of the riding horses, apparently in fair condition, gave Indian farms in varying degrees of completely out and had to lie left behind. Our erstwhile bucking friend, put MISS COSTON IN BUSINESS. ripeness, Hows the Clearwater river, under a pack for the first time, lost all interest in our prixeedings, and wa* Pack Bors* Ready For Packing. fresh from the junction of the south and driven into camp long after the others reache«! there, almost exhausted. She la Now Active Head of Company middle fork*, and a rapid and clear Our camp wa* at a clearing in the mountain* shown on the maps as Wei- that Makes the Coaton t-ignal*. tu* meadow*. It is a fresh, green bit of mountain meadow-land in the depths In 1840, when Benjamin Franklin water stream indeed. Up a long, brown slope from the stream, and just acrons from a fine ferry of the range, a fine camping *j>ot wbete clear, pure water, green grass, and fuel Coston was 19 years old and was In the owne«l and managed by an Indian, wound the trail we were to take, and a mile are more than abundant. The meadow*, while being much higher than Ka Washington navy yard, he had many down stream was the spot where Ix>wis and Clark camped for some time in miah, so much so that the rhange in temjierature waH easily noticeable, were talks with Commodores Stockton aud 1808, when on their return from Fort Clatsop at the mouth of the Columbia yet at the lias«« of the highest parts of the range, and were twenty-five miles Stewart about night signals at sea. The river. from the next camping ground. result was that he fitted up a labora There were four of u* : Wright, whose «’etailed knowletlge of the region The special objei t of the expedition wa* thoroughly accomplished despite tory and set about the work of making was most thorough; Casteel, the cook and a master of his craft; Mr. De Camp, our force«! delay, and on the third day we again gathere«l the horses, placed the wliat are now know n as the Coston sig a painter and photographer of Helena, Mont., and the writer. We left Kamiah packs upon their backs after some snorting end cavorting, and started to re nals, which are In use pretty much all at 9:00 o’clock one morning, crossed the river on the ferry and started up the trace our steps. Buckskin pulletl up hi* picket pin and led Wright a long chase over tlie World and are not confined to trail. In packing the horses some time was lost in adjusting packs, and two or through the swamp and wet grass, but whs finally coralled, thrown, and blind the sea and lakes alone, but are utilized three animals had to be blindfolded while packing them. One horse, buckskin, folded, and, once finally pack«*!, trudged along like a gtxxl and subordinate sol by railroads, telegraph companies and develope«i great disinclination to thus being made a I «east of burden, and was dier, occasional!v lying down in the vain hojie of lieing released from hie pack. other concerns for purjiose« that were disposed of tc cavort around and “buck.” The rain ceased long enough to enable us to get our packs on without get not dreamed of by the Inventor when he A pack saddle is much like an old fashioned saw buck. Overthe horns side ting everything wet, and then began began bis work. i rojies are swung, with large loops hanging down tbe sides. With these, aid* again in an aimless fashion, but Anally Coston died when he was 22 years packr—the heavier packs always—are fasteae«! securely well down on the horse’s we rode out of it entirely. But th* old, leaving his inventions not fully de sides, and above and between the saddle horns and over the horse's back the mists and clouds remained about Weitus veloped, ami his wife, knowing bls top and lighter pack* ate placed. The whole is then covered with a heavy can for a week afterwards. The first six formulae ami plans, continued where vas* pack cover and lashed on with a pack rope in a form known as a diamond hours’ travel were through dripping he left off and in turn transmitted the hitch, from the diamond shape formed by the tightened rope over the top of the foliage, and we b«>«*amethoroughly wet. Inventions to her son, the late William pack. A regulation pack rope with broad canvass cinch is thirty-two feet in From the higher divides we now ob F. Coston, wlio carried on the business length. Two men are required to pack a horse or mule, but one can do it when tained glimpxesof the region around us. Ridge after ridge, heavily tinrliered, ex- until August last, when be died as the necessary if the animal be tractable. Our route wa* up an unshielded slope in the blazing sun until we had tendrxl from east to west, with deep, result of an explosion in bls lalsiratory yawning ravines and canons between. on Staten Island. Mr. Coston trans elimlied 1,000 feet, and the latter part of the way was very steep. At such To the north the north fork of the Clear mitted tbe formulae and patents to his places the wise climber ami trailsman climbs afoot and relieves hi* horse. This water could netracetl, with white, heav «laughter, Miss .Aline II. Coston, who we did as much as possib'e, but two of us w«‘re fresh from office* and had to lie gradually broken in. The legs of Wright and Casteel might as well have been ily masH«xl clouds lying motionless in is 21 years old. tiie depressions, a most lieautiful sight. Miss Costen was at first dlsjwised to of wo«xl or steel so far as any feeling of fatigue went. Wright wa* not in the We were now reduceil to one riding sell out her Interests In their entirety, saddle once during the trip, and this is his usual way of doing; he loves walk horse for four men. By noontime our but being a spiritist young woman she ing and appears tireless. After reaching th* summit we traveled for a mile across a pine and tama e«|tiine friend with the bucking pro|>ensitieM, again laboring under a pack, gave took a ae«,ond thought on tbe matter, rack tre«* divide, which is lieing gradually cleared by settler*, ami then la-gan evidence* of nervous or «ither sort of prontration, and his jiack was transferred with the result that she reached the to the one remaining saddle horse who assumed the burden like tiie trump that conclusion that there was no reason he wa*. I Ater in the day the "bucker” gave out entirely, an«l we abandoned why she should not carry on the busi him. ness herself. To this end she organ Every man must needs make tiie entire distance to Kamiah afoot, and the ized a stock company recently, and with two "tenderfeet”—in more sens«** than one—faced the alternative with the several member* of tier family as share treat grace possible. holders anil corporate officers is con The day’* tramp wa* a hard one, truly, and we reached the forks of th* ducting the business herself, coming f-olo once more, very tired and hungry. regularly to her office In New York and Just befor«* reaching there, ol«l Sorrel, who at times wa* the emlxrdiment of maintaining a general oversight of the awkwardness, siipj>e<l at a bad |x>int in tiie trail and rolled over and over in works ami latxiratory on Staten Island. pictnr«MX|tie faaliion down the steeji mountain-side. His pack saved him from The principle of the Coston signal Is injury, but it r«tqnir«xl fifteen minutes to work him back to the trail, for it was a series of differrtit colored light*, an awkward pla«e for such a mishap. Horrel cut an interesting figure a* he lay burned in succession from the same -prawltxl on his track for a time, hi* feet pawing the air in an effort to right cartridge. The different alternate com i himself. binations of color correspond to num Lewie ami Clark had pa-sed along here a century before, and we were biv- oiiaeke«l at tiie forks of tiie Collins creek. bers In a code book, anil different cod«1 Our last day’s tramp into Katniah lx*gan early and was ended by three liooks are made for commercial and o’clock, ft wa- absolutely a pleasurable one. Through tiie cool forest we naval ships, for railroads, for telegraph 1 trudgtxl, gra«!nally ascending, the «lay clear ami balmy, crossed the divide and lines, for the life-saving service, for the 1 descend*«! to Ixilo creek, where we took tiie packs from th«* pack animals ami lake marine, for different yacht clubs, /ave them « threat-honrs' rest, anti ate our luncheon. Not a horse raised a ser- for tbe regular army, the National , ions objection to the work demanded. Even Buckskin was less obstreperous, Guard, and so forth. I and they all followed the trail in better fashion. Miss Coston, like other members of We forde«i Lolo ertrek, which was know <ieep, and the cold rushing current the family, ba* been brought up to wa* most grateful in it* cooling effects, and then liegan onr last upward climb. know the business thoroughly and in Pack Horta Lying Down. showing Method <4 Tying on Park We stopped at intervale of atxrut 2(8) feet vertical advance and rested the horses. studying it ha* Ixx-ome somewhat ex It was tiie ea-iest, moat enjoyable climb of the sort I ever saw made, ami it was pert as a chemist.—New York Sun. the dement to the crossing of Lolo creek, flowing into the Clearwater and, un almost astonishing the ea«e with which our nondescrijit outfit di«i it. The heavy fortunately, a dupl icate in name of another cree« on the eastern slope of the timber «hleided n* from the hot «tin and we w«*re refrexheil by distant view* of Device« to Pievent t'oBislon«. same range. Heretofore the old trail ami m«siern wagon roa«i ha«i Iwen more or i Rock ridge over which the cloud- still hung. In an English watering town, where less commingled, but now the road disapjieared and the trail became one of With a little more time and a little less rain thi* jaunt would have been tbe streets are narrow in some quar those fine old Indian trails, wide, plain an«l <leep, winding down through the thoroughly enjoyable from beginning to en«l. A* it was, it is a good illnstra- ters. a highly novel expedient has lieen forest and along tbe mountain side in the usual sharp zigzag f**tiion. At last tion of what may result, in such an-enterprise, from a slight derangement of devised to avoid accident* due to col we reached the Lolo, a cl«-ar rushing stream thirty feet wide and knee deep, in a ' plans or incomplefeness in preparation, whether by neglect cr forced by cir- lisions of teams and cycler* at such wild, seclude«! spot. Other visitor* had just arrived. A tine loosing Nez Perce street corner*. Jwo mirrors, about a Indian; hi* comely squaw «nd her mother, perhaps; a black head«!, bla< k ey«xi yard square sssb. are attache«! to a young»t--r, five or six year* old an«) stark naked, an«! a tiny miss clad in a very lamp post at point* where a narrow dirty calico nhift, were there. About a little fire the women were preparing a street runs at right angles Into the noonday meal. To the young squaw's credit, she < arefnlly washed her hands ami main thoroughfare. These are so plac- face at the border of the st-eam before beginning her culinary duties This i* cl that the users of tbe roadway can not ((range, however, for the Nez Perce* are a superior tribe of Indian* in all see what I* moving along tbe other respect. Ater com«* bantering conversation l>*ck ami forth, we ciimlied »lowly out of •tr«-et before reaching the corner. There are many localities In large cities the canyon, over a hard. tir«-aome trail, and then, down a gentle grade through this ingenious expedient of minimizing the deep cool forest, made onr way to tbe eastern side of Weippe i wee-ijiei prai rl«k of collision might be utilized with rie, where we oivouacked for the night under a pine tree in a forty-acre pasture ami rear people who know how to treat travelers in a hospitable manner. advantage. We made our first «amp at 4 AO p. m., very tire«! and hungry, having eaten nothing *ince our fl o'clock breakfast. The benefits of a good cook were now All Actor* Want If. ••There's a man out In tbe waiting manifested. We slept in tbe open air, and how I did rejoice in it ' ’king I p. room.' said the great man * secretary. Our next day's journey followed a wagon r««a«i for moot of the way and • I think he * • bum actor.” alioot at right angle* to our first day's course. The country, level at first, cnnirtan«-*». It illustrate», too. how much hardship and exposure one unused “Why do you think so?” to it may endure without sericn* results entuing. Fresh from an office and -fie says be’* anxious t* get an audi won liecame undulating, and finally we jump*«! fairly into the mountains. Tbe Weippe prairie is a wide, level stretch of «xxintry watered by Jim Ford without any preliminary practice, I lunged into mountain travel, for two daye ence.”- Philadelphia Prese. creek, which flows north and west into the main Clearwater river. Grain, in was wet to the skin, and with no other unpleasant consequences than extreme r^d I* on tbe aide of virtue; for who cluding winter wheat, and the hardier vegetables, grow luxuriantly, but mel bat healthy fatigue First published in "Wonderland" for 1W3, copyrighted by Chas. 8. Fee, ever dread* punl»bment suffer* it, and ons, cucumbers, etc., have not yet been swceaefnlly cultivated. The nights are whoever deserve» It dread* lt.-Coltoa cold, heavy dew* fall, and froet i* quite common. In winter the thermometer general pasernger agent Northern Pacific Railway. TRAIN IN IDAHO