26O ADVENTURES OF DR. ALLEN. 



CHAPTER XXVII. 



GOAT HUNTING AT DEARBORN CANYON. 



With my traveling outfit of dental instruments and my 

 rifle, I alighted from the overland coach at Sun River Cross- 

 ing, Montana, determined to enjoy a few days in hunting 

 before settling down to work. I found a half-breed French- 

 man who was just about to start for Augusta, a little town 

 on the south fork of Sun River. As I wished to lose no time, 

 I asked him if he would take me and my outfit to Augusta. 



"How much you give?" was his answer. 



"What do you want?" 



He replied that he would like to have a little tea. I 

 bought him a pound of black tea for fifty cents, and a de- 

 lighted expression came into his face when I handed him the 

 coveted article. We soon entered his spring wagon and start- 

 ed. He was very inquisitive as to my plans and work. I 

 told him I was a dentist going to Augusta, and from there 

 into the mountains after goats. 



"Mountain goat ?" 



"Yes," said I, "I want to find some goats. Where do you 

 live?" 



"Dearborn canyon. Heaps of goats high up there now." 



We rattled along and he told me all about the game in 

 his locality. Before we reached our destination he informed 

 me that his horses would take me after goats if I so desired. 

 We arrived in Augusta about dark, and stopped there over 



