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safely back from our trip, to return to the as- 
sistance of the admiral, whose ship was on 
the way to Halifax. On inspecting Lana- 
han’s list of supplies, we found that he had 
bought a good-sized stove and an assortment 
of delicacies such as I am sure never started 
for Jackson’s Hole before. There were oys- 
ters put up in various ways, tins of cauli- 
flower, peas, all the fruits of the Occident, and 
numerous exotic preserves which we had 
never heard of. The array looked too great 
for our eight horses to carry, and when we 
started next day this proved to be the fact. 
Lanahan was a big burly fellow with a 
most repulsive countenance and with great 
powers of conversation. He had lived so 
long in the West that he had lost the man- 
ner of speech of his native isle, except when 
excited or frightened, and he regaled us the 
evening before starting with thrilling tales of 
his personal exploits with Indians and wild 
beasts. He professed to have passed years 
as the confidential scout of Howard, Custer, 
and Crook, and the last named owed the 
fame he had attained as an Indian-fighter to 
his implicit adherence to Lanahan’s advice on 
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