CHAPTER XVII 



THE GREAT QUESTION IN JACKSON'S HOLE 



IT was a Sunday near dinner time when I 

 reached Jackson and registered at the lit- 

 tle hotel. Saddled horses stood along the 

 streets and the hotel office was crowded with 

 ranchers and cowboys who had ridden in to 

 spend the day, using the office as a general gath- 

 ering place and clubroom. After a very good 

 dinner, at which elk meat was served, I joined 

 the assemblage in the office, and spent the after- 

 noon and evening smoking, listening, and as- 

 similating such information as I could relative 

 to the attitude of the people toward the game 

 situation, and the game situation here centers 

 upon elk. 



A group of young men were holding a lively 

 argument when I entered the hotel office as to 

 each other's relative attainments as a "bronco 



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