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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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Camp Tepee arched, of rough-hewn native stone, its chimney, of hillside boul-ders bedded in cement, drawing as a chimney should, by itshospitable glow was illuminated its own testimonial to the crafts-manship of its architects and builders, Fred Reichenbach andJay Whitman. The twelve hundred pounds of cement used inits construction, to say nothing of tools, some trifles of squaredlumber, and supplies, had all been packed in on horses, twenty-four miles, from Yellowstone. 82 Rod, Gun, and Palette in the High Rockies With the strewing of hay in the bunks, the folding of theblankets, supper, the vespertine card game of the two devotithe health of the new camp in a deoch and doris, and a settlingto sleep, with a clear and frost-filled sky without, ended this da\ .
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THE HIGH PLACES Wednesday the thirtieth. In a sunny frosty morning, the camp still in morningshadow, something to the tolerant amusement of Jay, theMissouri guide, the artist gave himself the aesthetic pleasure ofa morning toilet in the open, at the fountain of clear and coldmountain water, carried in a split log conduit, that made itstinkling plunge among its night-grown icicles fifty feet from thecabin door. Through the morning, while other members of theparty oiled boots, and were busy with other camp duties,the artist, three hundred yards down the valley, with his sketch-ing kit, alternately lifted color, despaired, and prayed the godsof all beauty as he studied the changing expression of Baldysface, and sought to indicate the atmospheric depth and myste-ries of his attendant regiments of pine and fir. This afternoon, under guidance of Jay, the colonel, Art andthe artist were taken up the camps protecting mountainside.Leaving a difficult trail through the firs, came a succession o

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