A Mountain Fraud 
drawings he had made of elk and Indians, 
which were as true to nature in their general 
features as anything of the kind I have ever 
seen, and caused me to believe that he only 
needed education to make him distinguished. 
He had never had any instruction, and his 
only artistic implement was a lead-pencil. 
When we reached the Teton Valley, Lana- 
han, who had taken up riding ahead to “look 
out the trail,” which was as definite as Broad- 
way, and to protect us against the dangers 
which encompassed our path, learned from a 
passer-by that fifty lodges of Lemhi Indians 
were before us ona hunt. He called Hanna 
and me to one side, when he conveyed this in- 
formation, and said he was now convinced of 
what he had suspected from the first, that 
Harrington’s joining us was part of a plot 
between him and the Lemhis to facilitate the 
running off of our horses, and an incidental 
murder or two, if necessary. That night we 
camped on the west side of Mount Hayden, 
the biggest of the Tetons, close by the place 
where the Indians had stayed a few days 
before; and Lanahan armed himself and 
climbed a little peak at some distance from 
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