Hunting the Grisly 



chiefs. A frying-pan, some salt, flour, bak 

 ing-powder, a small chunk of salt pork, and a 

 hatchet, made up a light pack, which, with 

 the bedding, I fastened across the stock sad 

 dle by means of a rope and a spare packing 

 cinch. My cartridges and knife were in my 

 belt; my compass and matches, as always, in 

 my pocket. I walked, while the little mare 

 followed almost like a dog, often without 

 my having to hold the lariat which served as 

 halter. 



The country was for the most part fairly 

 open, as I kept near the foothills where glades 

 and little prairies broke the pine forest. The 

 trees were of small size. There was no regu 

 lar trail, but the course was easy to keep, and 

 I had no trouble of any kind save on the sec 

 ond day. That afternoon I was following 

 a stream which at last &quot;canyoned up,&quot; that is, 

 sank to the bottom of a canyon-like ravine 

 impassable for a horse. I started up a side 

 valley, intending to cross from its head coulies 

 to those of another valley which would lead 

 in below the canyon. 



However, I got enmeshed in the tangle of 

 winding valleys at the foot of the steep moun 

 tains, and as dusk was coming on I halted 

 and camped in a little open spot by the side 



