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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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