The Young Alaskans in the Rockies

e top of the tent, where in the folds of the netting a great cloud of mosquitoes had gathered in the effort to get through the cheese-cloth. "Did any bite you in the night, Jesse?" asked Rob, from his bed. "No, but I could hear them sing a good deal until I went to sleep." "Well, come ahead; let's roll out," said Rob. "All those mosquitoes will come to life when it gets warm." They kicked off the blankets, slipped into their clothing, and soon were out in the cool morning air. The spring night had been a dewy one, and all the shrubs and grasses were very wet. "Hello there, young mans!" they heard a voice exclaim, and saw Moise's head thrust out from beneath his shelter. "You'll got up pretty early, no?" "Well, we've got to be moving early," said Rob. "Anyway, we beat Uncle Dick up this morning." "That's right," called out the voice of Uncle Dick, from his tent, "but the quicker we get started the quicker we'll get over Wolf Creek. Now you boys go over there where you hear the gray mare's bell and see if you can round up all the pack-train. You'll learn before long that half the campaign of a pack-train trip is hunting horses in the morning. But they'll stick close where the pea- vine is thick as it is here." Our three young Alaskans were used to wet grass in the morning, and after the first plunge, which wet them to the skin, they did not mind the dew - covered herbage. Soon, shouting and running, they were rounding up the hobbled ...