262 ADVENTURES OF DR. ALLEN. 



pack horse contrived to get his lariat under the tail of the 

 horse ridden by Lafarge. The bronco bucked furiously, La- 

 farge meanwhile yelling lustily. Finally the animal lay down 

 and rolled over, unseating Lafarge. It was fun for me, and 

 I laughed until I was sore. 



Making another start, we reached the first park, which 

 was a splendid place for deer,, but not high enough for goats. 

 We continued our way beyond the park, and began the ascent 

 of the main range of the mountains. After three hours of 

 hard climbing and pulling, we reached the golden summit. 



Here was a grand sight. We could see the valley for 

 miles below, the beautiful winding Sun River and its tribu- 

 taries. October in her multi-colored splendor had already 

 dyed the forest leaves. We made camp, secured our horses 

 and started to survey the summit. As we strolled along 

 thousands of feet below us we could see where the goats had 

 cut deep trails among the soft rocks, and near us were plenty 

 of signs of recent visitation. 



We found a spring and plenty of wood at the head of a 

 canyon, and made our camp at this point. Goats had been 

 there within twenty-four hours. We rested well, disturbed 

 only by the mourning of the wind among the trees during 

 the night. 



After breakfast we picketed our horses, and, filling our 

 belts with cartridges, started for a rugged cliff about a mile 

 away, which was partly covered with evergreens. Cougar 

 signs were visible in the sand and this was a good indication, 

 as the cougar or mountain lion is always to be found in the 

 vicinity of other game. We toiled on and upward until we 

 reached a beautiful open spot, which ran parallel with the 

 mountains. 



While we sat viewing the beauties of this grand park, 

 we saw a band of black-tail deer feeding off toward a canyon 



