After Wapiti in Wyoming 



Northwestern Wyoming is a magnificent 

 country, and the weather equals the country. 

 On our trip we had but two hours' rain ; at 

 night the thermometer went below freezing, 

 but during the middle of the day it ran as 

 high as seventy. One of the curious facts 

 is that the elk trails could not be better lo- 

 cated by human mind or hand to overcome 

 the difficulties of the broken country, and 

 they are used almost entirely by hunters 

 and pack-trains in passing from one point 

 to another. The elk has an eye to the beau- 

 tiful as well, for I often found well-beaten 

 lookouts on the extreme edge of precipices, 

 showing that they enjoy resting at these 

 points to view the beautiful scenery. It was 

 a veritable paradise for big game, and there 

 must have been hundreds of elk within a few 

 miles of my camp. There was some sign of 

 moose, and the Bannack Indians told me that 

 they had killed one with "heap big horns." 



Much against my wishes we decided to 

 break camp and move north, when from the 

 Pinon Mountain we could see the higher 

 peaks north of us covered with snow; for 

 we feared that we might be caught by a 

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