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Title: Western field
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Olympic Club (San Francisco, Calif.) California Game and Fish Protective Associations
Subjects: Olympic Club (San Francisco, Calif.) California Game and Fish Protectice Associations Sports
Publisher: San Francisco
Contributing Library: San Francisco Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: San Francisco Public Library

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through the gulch in the wet season, but which was nowdry. More accurately speaking, I had foundthe waterway from the side gulley we hadjust crossed, and later we found that it wasa subterranean way for a distance, and inone place broadened out into quite a cave.Consequently we had warm and snow-proofquarters to camp in until a ram or a thawcame, with plenty of wood for a fire and nolack of water while the snow lasted. The grub supply was the only problem tobother us, and we were not Inciiuea to losemuch sleep over that since Idaho has afair reputation as a game country and Tomwas something more than a fair hunter.The first day we had full rations; the second,next to nothing for the storm still continuedand there was little use trying to hunt. Itceased snowing the following night, butturned much colder. On the third day Tomkilled a grouse and saw several others,which led us into the mistake of eating ourbird at a single meal. It was a seriouserror, for Tom found no game the next day,
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WE STRUCK A GULCII LEADING IN THE DIRECTION WK WISHED TO GO. 86 WESTERN FIELD nor the next. He hunted almost continually,up and down the gulch, and on the mountainslopes to the south—the north wall beingtoo precipitous to climb. Sixty hours with-out food had weakened and taken the cour-age out of us wonderfully. My leg was in-flamed and painful, but the fretfulness thatmust have made me a disagreeable fellow-prisoner the first few days had given awayto the apathy of despair. I urged Tom toleave me and try to save himself. He re-fused to go, and I cursed him for a fool andcried, and in five minutes we had forgottenit all and were peacefully sleeping side byside. On the fifth morning at daybreak Tomwas afoot and away with his rifle and in tenminutes I heard him calling my name.Stir up a fire,, old boy, said he. Ivegot meat enough for an army. Youre a liar, I retorted cheerfully, forno shot had been fired and I knew the near-est butcher shop was a hundred miles away.Presently he hurrie

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