I really wonder if this voice of eighteen forty-five was not reechoed from mountain and sky, while we were driving over the bridge in eighteen eighty-nine. At any rate, Cooke's advice to on peevish couple on this occasion will bear repeating now, as a solace to any regrets that one may have.

"Now, for the love of Love, and her soft bowers, Let's not confound the time with conference harsh. There's not a minute of our lives should stretch Without some pleasure, now."

Up on the Chugwater, Cooke's party met a party of Cheyennes and a number of the belles of the Indian village came out to meet the white people, for by this time nearly all the more ambitious of the young Indian maidens decked themselves up in wild flowers and tinsel to attract some white beau brummel. To marry a white renegade was considered higher social caste than to win the better of the Indian braves.

When the Cheyenne belles came among them they beheld a captain who wore glasses, and they screamed and rushed wildly to their village tents, nor could they be induced to come out so long as the captain was in sight. It was very embarrassing to him, for how could he know that they had been told that with glasses one could see through opaque substances and their gayly colored calico gowns were no protection against the vision of "four eyes."

IN THE SHADOWS-

THE FIRE FLYSONG -- CACHED FURS -- OLD LAND MARKS -- TRAPPER'S ROCK