ZW SADDLE AND CAMP 



be entered from the west either by way of the 

 Grand Canon of the Snake, or farther north 

 over Teton Pass. I chose the former route as 

 the least traveled and directed my course down 

 the lower Star Valley to Booth's Ferry. 



This was the third day after crossing the 

 Preuss Range, and all day, save with a few 

 brief intermissions, the rain fell in a steady 

 downpour. 



Near midday, thoroughly wet and uncom- 

 fortable, I forded the strong current of Salt 

 River, the horses girth-deep, and was glad to 

 accept the invitation of two young Swedish 

 shepherds whom I met on the plain beyond, to 

 dine with them in their dry, warm wagon and 

 to tarry under its shelter until the heavy down- 

 pour of rain then in progress had passed. They 

 had seen me coming, and, hungry for compan- 

 ionship and news, would scarcely have permit- 

 ted me to pass without a halt. The canvas 

 shelter and stove were pleasant indeed, and for 

 an hour after dinner I lounged and smoked 

 with them to the tune of pouring rain on the 

 wagon cover. They had spent the summer 

 among the lonely and rugged mountain tops at 

 the head of John Grey's River and were now 

 heading southward with their flock to winter 

 on the open desert. In a sparsely-settled coun- 



