8O ADVENTURES OF DR. ALLEN. 



I rushed up to stick my knife into him, but found his 

 skin was like an old rawhide, effectually resisting my knife. 

 An old trapper who was with us, told me never to do such 

 a thing again. I have many times since had cause to re- 

 member his words. I had made a lucky shot, and thought 

 a bear was not so terrible after all. All hunters know,, or 

 learn in time, that it is not safe to meddle with a wounded 

 bear; some have learned it to their sorrow. When we got 

 back to camp we found that together we had killed three 

 bears and seven deer. 



We stayed here the next day and spent the time hunt- 

 ing and fishing, with splendid success. In the evening we 

 had another old-fashioned concert. We had come here 

 expecting to find a pass into the Big Horn mountains, but 

 no pass was to be seen. Our guide had brought us into a 

 country of which he knew no more than did the rest of us, 

 and we were obliged to return to the Big Horn River to 

 make Pryor's Pass. Once more we settled down in the camp 

 where Randall was killed. We swam the river in search 

 of a crossing-place, and were rewarded by finding a gravel- 

 bed which ran down the river, covered with about four feet 

 of water in the deepest places. While searching for this 

 crossing I found a butcher knife and an old six-shooter, 

 with one charge out of it. Others found different articles 

 of clothing, covered with blood-stains. 



We were convinced that there had been foul work here 

 since our departure four days before. We set out to un- 

 earth the mystery. The ashes of our campfires still lay 

 scattered about ; we noticed fresh dirt had been thrown upon 

 them. With our shovels we scraped the dirt and ashes away 

 and beheld the body of a man. There is no doubt that he 

 was murdered. In the pocket of his coat we found a small 

 packet, marked with his name, Harry J. Morris, Vinton, 



