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times in the following years 1 was grateful that I knew how to properly pack a horse.
The pack string consisted of my own pet saddle horse, a sore-backed cay use which I was able to purchase for $10.00 because of the sore back, one, (big, but weak) mule for which I had promised to paAr $20.00 sometime, and a driving horse rented for $5.00 a month because she was green and had never been in the mountains. All had to be packed, even the saddle horse, so the cook, cameraman and myself were forced to hit the trail on foot.
As it was early May we were the first ones in over the trail for the season. Our path was littered with fallen trees, snow was still in the high hills, and after we had reached the fourthousand-foot level, we found that we had stepped back into last winter. Our fourth-night camping spot found us 80 miles from the last ranch house, and on the shore of the half-frozen Fish Lake. A cold sleet was falling as Ave made our camp in the dark. It took hours to get a decent fire going with the wintersoaked wood. But our greatest trouble was that the grass that Ave had depended upon for our live stock hadn't yet started to grow. We slept in the mud that night with only a tarp across our faces while the four hungry members of the pack string stood under a sheltering tree and arched their backs against the biting mountain Avind. But the next morning our troubles increased. A heavy fog settled over our camp, tAvo of the animals had broken loose during the night and disappeared into the forest in search of food, and Avorst of all the boy Avho Avas the cook of this one-horse outfit Avas almost delirious from the pains of an appendicitis attack. As Andy would say, "That is a mess."
Being four days away from the nearest telephone and at least a hundred miles from a doctor we Avere at last facing something real. Desperate methods Avere necessary to save the boy's life. As I understand it iioav an appendicitis patient should be kept quiet with hot pads and compacts about the body, but that Avas out of the question in this case so Ave tried
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