TWENTY YEARS IN THE ROCKIES. 275 



woods, we reached there at nine o'clock, having killed two 

 blue grouse on our way. Our tired horses were put to feed 

 and we commenced to get supper. Of course, all of the mem- 

 bers of the company had seen fresh signs of game. From 

 eight to ten square miles of country had been hunted faith- 

 fully without success. This was certainly discouraging, for 

 the snow was likely to fall any day and shut us in for the 

 winter. After supper I got sixteen tail-feathers out of the 

 grouse, put them in my hatband, and "made medicine" for 

 the next day's luck. The boys all took some of the feathers, 

 and we turned in for the night, tired out and sleepy. 



Early in the morning Cal and I started out together, and 

 I now proposed to take the second rimrock. I had noticed, 

 when crossing a high divide on the last trip we made, several 

 fresh signs of black-tail deer. We started for a high range 

 of hills between the east and west forks of Ten Sleep. We 

 traveled until our horses were tired, and the higher up we 

 went, the more signs we saw. After a hard effort we gained 

 an eminence whence we could survey the country. 



.While taking observations, I saw several objects about 

 six miles to the west, on the other side of the canyon, but, 

 as we had no glass, we concluded not to go after them, for 

 our experience of the day before was too fresh in our minds 

 to favor such chances. We started down a slope which led 

 us to the main canyon, and came to where five deer had just 

 passed down. After dismounting and tieing our horses, we 

 set out on the trail, which went directly toward the canyon. 

 The deer had been feeding leisurely along, cropping the rich 

 bunch grass. 



"If I believed in witchcraft at all," said Cal, "I should 

 believe that the bad spirit had taken possession of me this 

 trip, and you know Chappell is certain that he is bewitched 

 for the trip ever since he broke his ejector at Powder River." 



