A Mountain Fraud 



My acquaintance with Lanahan began at 

 Eagle Rock, Idaho, in August, 1890, where 

 we met to undertake a trip into Jackson's 

 Hole. Mr. Melville Hanna and I had come 

 from the east to make a hunt, and Lanahan 

 had been engaged to purchase and superin- 

 tend our outfit by a railway official at Boise, 

 whom he had impressed with a belief in 

 his remarkable fitness for both purposes. 



When we reached Eagle Rock, Lanahan 

 was on hand with eight packhorses, an 

 elderly man called Mason, and an English- 

 man as cook. The cook claimed to have 

 practised his vocation in the service of a duke 

 on land, and an admiral on the deep, each of 

 whom parted from him with a grief he was 

 unable to conceal. He had come west for 

 recreation and from a desire to see the coun- 

 try, was accustomed to riding, consequent 

 upon having followed the hounds with his 

 ducal employer, and intended, after seeing us 



