A Mountain Fraud 
rifled that many of its former occupants were 
still buzzing angrily about. 
After pleasant days spent at this camp, we 
packed up and started north to go through the 
Yellowstone Park. As we were passing out 
of Jackson’s Hole, we looked back and had a 
superb view of the great valley with the Snake 
River winding through it, the bare ranges of 
the Gros Ventre Mountains, and the tower- 
ing snow-capped rocky peaks of the Tetons 
—a wonderful picture. 
The day after leaving Marymere ranch, 
we saw, aS we were making camp, three In- 
dians watching us from a distant hill. Lana- 
han’s consternation was extreme, and he de- 
clared that we must take turns watching 
through the night. As nobody paid much 
attention to him, except to encourage his go- 
ing personally, he loaded his rifle, put on his 
cartridge-belt full of ammunition, and started 
out after supper ostensibly to guard us, but 
we felt sure to conceal himself somewhere in 
safety from the impending attack, which would 
have been welcome if it had bereaved us of 
him. Next morning he intimated that the 
savages had been prowling about, and that 
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