282 ADVENTURES OF DR. ALLEN. 



CHAPTER XXIX. 



BIG GAME FALLS BEFORE Us. 



Our annual hunt for 1891 was looked forward to very 

 eagerly and our plans were laid to sfart from Buffalo, Wyo- 

 ming, early in October. The morning arrived and found us 

 all on the move at an early hour. Cal Jennings, R. R. 

 Woods, Ed. Chappell, Mr. Fender and myself comprised the 

 party. Thoroughly equipped with two four-horse teams and 

 saddle horses, we set out. We reached the mountain and 

 found that snow was falling, making it doubly hard to climb, 

 but we slowly ascended the almost perpendicular trail until 

 until we reached the top, where we camped at an altitude of 

 8,570 feet. The first night was spent at the old Woodward 

 sawmill, with the snow about two inches deep, and it was 

 very cold. 



Our first piece of bad luck was the death of Mr. Chap- 

 pell's saddle-horse. The poor animal was sick only about 

 two hours, the hard ride of the morning having brought on 

 something like congestion of the lungs. We built a fire 

 around him and gave him a pint of brandy, but he finally 

 died without a struggle. 



Our contemplated route lay over a country remarkable 

 for its green pine forests interwoven with beautiful parks of 

 wild bunch grass, some of them being miles in extent. As 

 Mr. Jennings was best acquainted with the road, he took the 



