282 SADDLE AND CAMP 



travel. They do not consider that a man is 

 roughing it who has a guide to care for him and 

 his camp equipment, nor one who travels by 

 wagon on beaten roads. This classification ex- 

 tends over Yellowstone Park as well as the sur- 

 rounding region. 



McBride's "dudes" were a Mr. and Mrs. 

 Henderson, who had come from England to 

 secure elk trophies. I was introduced to them 

 and accepted McBride's invitation to remain to 

 dinner. Mr. Henderson, as well as others of 

 the party, informed me that they had seen sol- 

 diers firing indiscriminately into herds of cow 

 and calf elk and were certain some of the cows 

 had been killed. McBride had no doubt the 

 animals whose tracks I had seen between Leidy 

 Lake and Spread Creek had been driven by 

 soldiers. 



It was mid-afternoon when I remounted and 

 turned past Lilly Lake, riding now in forest, 

 now in open, with no definite trail but taking 

 the general direction in which, according to my 

 map, the Buffalo Fork lay. Once crossing a 

 knoll I discovered some elk feeding in a hollow. 

 I swung behind another knoll and approached 

 unobserved within fifty yards of them before 

 they saw me. Then one of them raised its head, 

 took a good look at me, surprise and wonder in 



