since our visit in 1878, Arriving 'there on August 5, after arranging 

 for our horses and equipment and getting ready to leave, we were 

 joined by Speir, who, as a busy lawyer, could not start out with us. 

 In one respect that stay at Fort Bridger was unique in my experience. 

 On all other occasions, before and after that date, when we visited a 

 military post, we \vere received with the utmost hospitality and kind- 

 ness, but on that visit to Bridger we were ignored. As I wrote home: 

 "I am rather disgusted with the way in which we have been treated 

 here. Officially, everything has been done for us that I could ask, but 

 no one has called on us, or asked us to their houses, or paid the slightest 

 attention to us in any way. This is very different treatment from what 

 I have been accustomed to at other military posts and I don't know 

 what to make of it." 



This indicates clearly, how much help we should have got had we 

 not been provided with General Schofield's orders. 



Our ride through the bad lands to Henry's Fork was, to Speir and 

 myself, so familiar that it seemed incredible that seven years had elapsed 

 since we last came that way. On Henry's Fork, we camped for a night 

 at Lone Tree, on almost the same spot where our permanent camp had 

 been in 1877. "About two o'clock, it commenced to rain and we had 

 a nasty, cold storm that lasted into the night. Up on the mountains, 

 it snowed at the same time and they were a glorious sight this morn- 

 ing, when the rising sun shone on them. The night was very cold and 

 the tent was stiff with frost, when we took it down. Today, we have 

 come about nine miles [to Burnt Fork] and I am writing in a store kept 

 by one of our old guides [Sam Smith] a very excellent man, whom I 

 wish we could have with us again. We have about sixteen miles further 

 to go, when we hope to reach our permanent camp and begin work on 

 Monday morning." 



We worked first at Spanish John Meadow and then went over to 

 Twin Buttes, on the top of which is the beautiful campsite which we 

 first used in 1878, and there we were kept busy till nearly the end of 

 the season. Our departure was hastened by the escape of two of our 

 saddle horses, Butler's and mine, which pulled their picket-pins out 

 of the rain-softened ground, for that was a very unusually wet season. 

 We were puzzled by the fact that there was little rain on the top of 

 the Buttes, yet nearly every day we could see it raining furiously all 

 around us, especially in the valley of Henry's Fork. 



Paul made a find that proved to be of first rate importance, though 

 I did not appreciate this until the specimen arrived in Princeton and 



[1653 



