INTER-OCEAN HUNTING TALES 



in their expectations. My subsequent ex- 

 perience only served to convince me how 

 dependent a sportsman has become upon the 

 services of a good guide. 



The trip from St. Anthony to Jackson was 

 without incident worth relating, except at 

 the start. The pack horses, which, during 

 their stay in town, had fared handsomely on 

 oats and hay and been well sheltered, did not 

 look forward to a trip back into the bleak 

 and sterile mountains with the same pleasure 

 that I did; their refractory souls yearned for 

 the comfortable quarters they were just leav- 

 ing with the same tenacity that the children 

 of Israel in the wilderness "longed for the 

 fleshpots of Egypt," but here the compari- 

 son ends, for they had not a guide who was 

 meek and gentle like Moses. 



About a mile from St. Anthony the whole 



bunch turned off on a side road and went 



back to their former quarters. After some 



delay they were finally got in line again, and 



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