2O4 ADVENTURES OF DR. ALLEN. 



we killed a few grouse and jack-rabbits, the only game that 

 came within rifle-shot. We went into camp early, in order 

 to unpack and look around a little, lay our plans, and be 

 ready to commence operations in earnest in the morning. 



Bovia Creek rises in the Pryor mountains and empties 

 into the Big Horn River. The country around was then a 

 favorable location for hunters. While here in camp noth- 

 ing transpired worth relating, and we went on to Clark's 

 Creek, remained over night, and from there packed to the 

 Yellowstone, where we camped on Canyon Creek. Here we 

 spent several days looking around, and then, with I. W. 

 Danford and Frank Somers,, fresh recruits and both good 

 shots, we started in quest of game. 



We forded the Yellowstone, and had traveled south- 

 ward about five miles, when we ran into a band of deer and 

 opened up a lively fire upon them, which soon diminished 

 their numbers. We dressed fourteen and hung them up for 

 the magpies to feast on while we rode on to Pryor Creek. 

 The grass had been burned off, and, as plenty of grazing 

 space is a necessity to a hunting party with animals to be 

 fed, we almost despaired of finding a camping-place until 

 we reached a small island, containing about one acre of 

 ground well covered with grass. 



"There is not a bite of meat in camp," said Somers, as 

 we prepared supper. 



The mules appeared to be very uneasy. With ears 

 thrown forward, they kept looking into a patch of cherry- 

 bushes. Remembering several occasions upon which mules 

 had scented game and thus revealed its presence, I took my 

 rifle and went into the bushes, where my suspicions were 

 verified. A deer bounded out of the patch and ran toward 

 the creek. I fired when he was almost across the stream. 

 The ball struck the ground in front of him, throwing up 



