wandered off up the canyon about two miles before I found a deer that just suited me, and I wanted to see the country, anyway.
At last I found a little deer that I thought about the right thing and I killed and dressed it or rather undressed it threw it on my shoulder and pulled for camp.
Instead of going the way I had come, I climbed out on the ridge to avoid the down timber, that was so thick in the creek bottom, When I was near the top of the ridge, I looked off a short distance and saw three Indians, on foot, going down the ridge in the direction of our dug-out.
I had often heard Uncle Kit tell how the Indians robbed the camps of trappers and that they invariably burned the cabins.
As soon as I got sight of the Indians, I dropped back over the ridge, for, luckily, they had not got sight of me. In a few seconds I did some powerful thinking, and I came to the conclusion that it would never do to let them find our oug-out, for while it would hardly burn, they might carry off our bedding, or destroy it. So I crawled up to a log, took good aim at the leader and fired, striking him just under the arm, bringing him down. The other two dropped to their knees, and looked all around, and I suppose the only thing that saved me was the wind was coming from them to me and blew the smoke from my gun down the canyon, so that they did not see where the shot came from.
I heard Uncle Kit tell of lying on his back and loading his rifle, when in a close place, so I did likewise and crawled up to my log again. The remaining two In-
