These last, however, he resolved should go together; and as they were well worth having, he announced that he would give them to the best shot in the valley.

He stipulated that the winner should escort him to the nearest settlement eastward, after which he might return with the rifle on his shoulder.
Accordingly, a long level piece of ground on the river's bank, with a perpendicular cliff at the end of it, was selected as the shooting-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.