For, after all, it was not so much the hunting that Rupert cared about. He thoroughly² enjoyed his opportunity to travel through the wild scenery of Middle Colorado. It was camping out in a much more interesting way than when, as a boy, he went but a little way from home, and knew that only a few miles intervened between him and his ordinary life.

 

Then he was interested in his guide. At the East he had never met such a man as Ben Boone. He seemed a product of the country. As for Ben, he carried out his [Pg 296]contract, and served as a guide, philosopher and—I was about to say friend, but on the whole we'll substitute companion.

 

Though Ben was a skillful hunter and mountaineer he did not particularly enjoy his work. He was a thoroughly lazy man, and would prefer to have remained at home in the rude cabin which passed for such, and, lying on his back with a pipe in his mouth, have drowsed and dreamed away his time. He did not understand, for his part, why city people who could live comfortably should want to rough it, incurring³ the fatigue⁴ of hunting just for the sake of amusement.

 

"I am tired," he said, on the night after Rupert's adventure with the snake.

 

"Yes," said Rupert, "I am tired, too. We have come a good many miles."

 

"Do you like it?"

 

"Oh, yes," said Rupert enthusiastically; "it is grand."

 

"I don't see what good it is," rejoined Ben, lying back with a sense of exquisite⁵ enjoyment⁶ in his chance to rest. "You are not making any money."

 

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"No," replied Rupert, laughing, "but I enjoy the wild mountain scenery; don't you?"

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