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Title: Rod, gun, and palette in the high Rockies : being a record of an artist's impressions in the land of the red gods
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Blomfield, James
Subjects: Hunting
Publisher: Chicago : W.E. Wroe
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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halting here and there on the dark accent of some group or bandof distant pines, to the crown of the blue foothills. And from thebroken gold of the near ground, the gray gold of the sage hills,the foundational blue of the foothills, in the red, red flame of thelarge last gleam, majestic against the low lying pale violet cloudsof the northern horizon, through whose rifts an elusively palegreen sky showed in lesser light, Mount Holmes dominated theevening stillness. One good trout was hooked and landed by William justafter sundown, a three pound cut-throat. This, with the other lessdesirable fish were passed across stream to the unlucky rancher,who thankfully bore them home. A heavy thunderstorm was 66 Rod, Gun, and Palette in the High Rockies raging on the mountain ranges on the way home, and at nipper ■ stiff wind and some rain struck the camp. At the end of theevening the wind had dropped and the Mais were out with afew drifting clouds and a fair promise of a good day on themorrow.
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A CAMP SUNDAY Sunday the twenty-seventh. Noting the cloudy, stormy sky, a feel of rain in the air,and a struggling sun in the east, the artist, before the messtentdoor, quoted: As breaks the sun through overmastering cloudsSo honor peereth in the meanest habit.What, is the adder better than the eelBecause his painted skin contents the eye?Or is the jay more precious than the larkBecause his feathers are more beautiful? Gee commented Art, rolling his ante-breakfast cigarettenear by. Youve got something like that for most every oc-casion, havent you? Merely a habit of memory he was assured. Had itfrom my dad. The governor was an inveterate quoter, and Ibelieve made a perfect nuisance of himself sometimes. This day was Williams birthday, and however the knowledgeof it got abroad in the valley, shortly after breakfast arrivedthe local schoolmistress, fair, curly-haired, spectacled as befittedher official dignity, young and altogether good to look upon,in a divided skirt astride of a dark

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