about the camp fire. My watch said 3.45 and I would have given much for another hour of sleep. But that mightn't be in view, working our rice. Hacornly said that the Reebuck which this would be staying tomorrow night was now wandering at the works eating his last meal. It had faith in her purpose and this helped me to rub the sleep out of my eyes and join the thoughts at the fire. My coffee was now boil- ing and in 15 min. we were off on the horses. It was still gray morning as we rode thru the dew soaked grass of the valley. Soon birds started chee to commence the morning of a gala (wild boar) and then we continued steadily upward thru the forest not far from the little stream which wandered between willow and elder clad banks to join the river. The forest was dark, in the half light of the forest, the trees and bushes beyond were flat and colorless but just before the woods suddenly the sun sent around them a break with bright and flood the woods with golden light. What a change is made in that small