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The Black Wolf Pack

Chapter 8 No.8

Word Count: 1668    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

precipice a thousand or more feet high and above

irie is the bottom of a wide canyon, in fact everything seems to indicate that the whole park had

horse-tail falls over the face of the cliff, doing everything but looking real. At the foot of each of the falls there was a pool of deep water, in one or two instances the pools were smooth basins hollowed out

gs)-this mimicry is so perfect that after looking into one of these stone basins, the rounded smooth sides of which offered no shade or nook where a trout might hide, I was ready to decla

cture in the face of the cliff, which looked as if offering a foot hold, and fe

heep and goats were up there decided me to attempt to scale the wall by the fracture. It was a long, hard climb and more than once while I clung to the chance projections or dug my fingers into small cracks and looked down upon the backs

oulders, but on account of the difference in elevation there was a corresponding difference in plant life, and most interesting of all to me, there were the trout streams. The tablelands above the park w

ssary to creep and worm myself over the open flats of sharp stones and patches of heather, but once on

he chance projection ... I regret

f line; still I dared not check him too severely among the sharp rocks and swift waters, so I ran along the bank, stumbling over stones, but managing to avail mys

almost exhausted fish onto a gravel bar and as I did so I experienced one of those delightful thrills which comes to a fellow's lot but once or twice in a life-time. But it was not because I had captured three at a str

led golden trout, which has since been discovered and which scientists declare to be pre-glacier fish left by so

Why they would jump at a chicken feather! They were ready and eager to bite at any sort of bunco game I saw fit to play upon them. They were veritable hayseeds of the trout family, but when they felt the hook in

mountaineer trout into prodigies of strength and endurance. Even now my nerves tingle to the tips of my toes

to notice other objects of interest. Suddenly I became aware of the presence of two birds hovering over and diving

r course towards camp, and were never quiet a minute. They would hop on a rock in mid-stream and bob up and down in a most solemn but comical manner for a moment before plunging f

crystal drops from their feathers and their plumage was as dry as if it had never been submer

ing my way I paused to gaze at the distant purple peaks and watch the sun set in that lonely land as if I was witnessing it for the first time. As my eye

the top of a large boulder, saw seated upon an inaccessible crag directly in front of

dangling from some rock while he smoked one of those unprocurable cigars, and when I realized tha

out one hand, and a bird as large as the fabled

the valley rolled up the mountainside and drifte

d and guide with "Gol durn your pictur tenderfut, if it hain't tuk you

in a land where even the fish's scales seemed to be of the same precio

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