Travelling in the Western Hunting Grounds. 



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" Skipping " three years ago from his Iowa home, where his father, 

 so I was told, held the position of judge, he came West, and 

 luck guided him into Port's camp. More of a character than Edd, 

 he bid fair to become a genuine old mountaineer in an astonish- 

 ingly short time. Intelligent, full of western humour, life in the 



A FORENOON'S BASKET OF TROLT IN THE TETON BASIN. 

 Caught with a " pole " and a " bug." 



wilds had already removed from him most traces of a more 

 civilised existence. 



From Master Henry, who I had strong proof was much 

 attached to me, it would have gone hard to get out a " thank you," 

 except perhaps for some unusual or specially gratifying gift; but 

 I cannot sav I liked him much the less for it. At first I was often 



