Rocky Mountain Sam — page 84: what you’re looking at

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ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. 15 for your stomach, my son,” observed the old man, rubbing the object glass of his telescope with the tail of his coat. “You bet!” replied the young hunter, good humoredly. “T’ve always found I could fight, hunt, or work better on a full stomach than an empty one. Ive aclear conscience. and a high old appetite; and only give me plenty to eat, and I'll show you something for 1t. Oh, I’ve stood hunger and hardship as much as any man in these parts, and the memory of it only increases my appreciation for a square meal. “Tut, tut!” said the professor, conceitedly; ‘‘you, my son, can hardly know what it is to suffer the pangs of hunger. Why, when I was crossing the icy barriers of the creat Antarctic Ocean, in 1846, just after my passage over the unexplored regions of Central Africa, and the discovery of the source of the Nile, I was so hungry 3 ‘Hallo! What is that down there? An Injun?” inter- rupted Sam, pointing below. “There ig nothing there, my son,” said old Max, after leveling his telescope to the spot indicated. ‘<T see there isn’t 20w.” ‘‘Well, as [ was saying, my son, after crossing the icy barriers of the great Antarctic Ocean in 1852——” “The lake! thelake!” bawled Sam, stretching his neck over the side of the car, and rejoicing at any opportunity to choke off the good old man’s interminable yarn. ‘There’s Grizzly Bear Lake, or I’m a heathen!” «Sure enough!” exclaimed the other, forgetting all about his story, as the waters of the lake dawned into view upon the gray horizon line in a narrow strip of ultramarine. In afew moments they were sailing serenely over the lake, which is a beautiful and pellucid, body of water, about ten miles long and wide, and situated perhaps twenty miles north of Crown Butte, and not far from the Teton River, a bright little tributary of the Missourl. «The lake’s alive with salmon and trout,” said Sam, re- flectively. <‘“‘If we only had aseine we might scoop up a nice mess, to help Fayaway out with our grub.” ‘Don’t you know that I never go on an extensive expe- dition without providing myself with such things?” said old Max, somewhat severely. ‘‘You will find a splendid seine right behind that box of fireworks there. But it is not necessary to use it at present, I see a number of savages | Comicbooks (ele)