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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