Sheep, deer, and bear existed in abundance as well as smaller game, but we had to forget it though none of us cared about shooting for fun.

Our minds were on other things.
Often we went out leaving rifles behind as they were heavy in a climb.
[Illustration: Whirlpool Canyon.
Mouth of Bishop Creek--Fourth of July Camp.
Photograph by E.O.Beaman, 1871.] Scarcely had we settled ourselves in this beautiful camp when we discovered that we ourselves were the hunted, and by an enemy that we could not vanquish--ants.

There was no place in the neighbourhood that was out of their range.

The best I could do was to make my bed two feet from the nearest hill and let them have their way.

Morning was hailed with unusual delight for this reason and also because it was the "glorious Fourth," a day that every American remembers wherever he may be.