THE blackened stumps had been leftperhaps moreeasily to identify the little clearing about the grave. Fromthe ravine below, where the stage passed, they were stillvisible, but the two-inch headboard, weather-beaten by ayear of sun and rain, was getting lost in a growth ofbushes. When pointed out by the driver as marking the"last hangout of Blazer Sam," who had "died with his bootson, and had two cuss-words in his epitaph," it could bediscerned now with difficulty and there were travelers, menmostly, who prevailed upon the somewhat garrulousofficial to "let the horses blow a little while" they scaled themountain for a closer view. The epitaph itself was worththe climb.