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THE TRAIL-HERD.
Thurston tucked the bulb of his camera down beside the bellows and closed the box with a snap.

"I wonder what old Reeve would say to that view," he mused aloud.
"Old who ?" "Oh, a fellow back in New York.

Jove! he'd throw up his dry-point heads and take to oils and landscapes if he could see this." The "this" was a panoramic view of the town and surrounding valley of Billings.

The day was sunlit and still, and far objects stood up with sharp outlines in the clear atmosphere.