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his eyes, and with the whole bunch broke for 

 the cover of near-by timber. 



This was shortly before sunset, and when 

 darkness came I had not yet made out my land- 

 mark, the butte. A strong west wind had 

 sprung up and the evening grew raw. I had 

 hoped to make Buffalo Fork before camping 

 and rode a full hour after dark. The woods 

 were so thick, however, that it was difficult 

 to pick a route in the darkness, and when at 

 length I came upon a grassy, open hollow, I 

 unpacked in the lee of the timber skirting it 

 and turned the horses loose to graze. 



I rarely troubled to pitch my tent, and a fire 

 made the shelter of the trees so comfortable 

 that after supper and a pipe I rolled in my 

 blanket under the sky. Snow on my face roused 

 me during the night and I drew my poncho 

 over me, not to awaken until dawn. Five 

 inches of snow covered me, and I made coffee 

 that morning from melted snow. 



Saddling and packing was but just accom- 

 plished when the storm resumed and the snow 

 fell so thick that I could scarcely see a hundred 

 yards. Shortly after starting I crossed two elk 

 tracks, and the track of a big timber wolf, 

 doubtless following the elk, but saw nothing of 

 the animals. It is said that wolves are increas- 



