A Mountain Fraud 



were brought In, the one or two that he had 

 caught meantime having escaped. 



The next night, before we crossed the 

 divide into Jackson's Hole through Trail 

 Creek Caiion, we had a very heavy thunder- 

 storm, and in the intervals between the peals 

 we could hear Lanahan's vociferous invoca- 

 tions to the various saints he relied upon for 

 protection, his appeals mingling with the 

 damning he was getting from his tent-mates 

 for the disturbance he created. He was so 

 much demoralized by the storm, and by the 

 chance of overtaking the Indians, who were 

 evidently not far ahead of us, that he endured 

 all this abuse with perfect meekness, and did 

 not recover his usual intrepid bearing until 

 the next noon, when he resumed his ostenta- 

 tious superintendence of the outfit. 



Our first camp after crossing the divide 

 was at Fighting Bear Creek, and was made 

 memorable by killing a two-year-old bull 

 elk, the toughest of his race ; but fresh meat 

 had become so desirable that his india-rubber 

 qualities were not unfavorably criticized until 

 we orot somethino' better, 



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A man coming down the valley told us 



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