American Big-Game Hunting 



that the band of Indians had divided, most of 

 them going south, and ten or twelve men and 

 squaws northward, in the direction we were 

 to take. This somewhat reassured Lanahan, 

 though he strongly advised staying where we 

 were for a time, and then striking east into 

 the Gros Ventre Mountains, where he knew 

 of great quantities of game. The stranger 

 also told us of the disappearance of Mr. 

 Robert Ray Hamilton from his new ranch 

 at the upper crossing of Snake River. 



We made our permanent camp directly 

 under the peak of the Grand Teton, on the east 

 side. It was in a little park surrounded by 

 pines. Cottonwood Creek, a beautiful spark- 

 ling stream, flowed through it, and above us 

 were the grand mountain masses, feeding 

 from their snow-clad sides the chain of little 

 lakes along their bases, which in turn re- 

 plenish the mighty Snake River during all 

 the rainless summer months. I have never 

 seen so delightful a camping-ground, nor one 

 which supplied so completely every requisite 

 for comfort and sport. Our hunting adven- 

 tures during the next ten days in this camp 

 were not remarkable, though we might have 

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