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 
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