ground, and, on the appointed day, at the appointed hour, the competitors began to assemble.
"Well, lad, first as usual," exclaimed Joe Blunt, as he reached the ground and found Dick Varley there before him.
"I've bin here more than an hour lookin' for a new kind o' flower that Jack Morgan told me he'd seen. And I've found it too. Look here; did you ever see one like it before?"
Blunt leaned his rifle against a tree, and carefully examined the flower.
"Why, yes, I've seed a-many o' them up about the Rocky Mountains, but never one here-away. It seems to have gone lost itself. The last I seed, if I remimber rightly, wos near the head-waters o' the Yellowstone River, it wos--jest where I shot a grizzly bar."
"Was that the bar that gave you the wipe on the cheek?" asked Varley, forgetting the flower in his interest about the bear.
"It was. I put six balls in that bar's carcase, and stuck my knife into its heart ten times afore it gave out; an' it nearly ripped the shirt o