Hunting at High Altitudes 



The woodyard 9 passed to-day was on the de- 

 fensive, for here an Indian had recently been killed 

 by one of the choppers. A party of Indians were 

 seen in the act of creeping up to another wood- 

 chopper, and just as one of them was about to 

 shoot at him, one of his fellows shot the Indian. 

 The others scampered off, and since then have 

 more than once attempted to kill the keeper of the 

 woodyard. 



About 6 o'clock we reached Fort Buford, 10 

 where we discharged much freight and live stock 

 for the Yellowstone Expedition under Gen. Terry. 

 Buford was an eight company post, pleasantly sit- 

 uated on the north bank of the river in an extensive 

 plain, with a range of hills a mile to the rear. The 

 garrison consisted of about a hundred men. 



For a hundred miles above Buford the country 

 bordering the river is not so broken, and sometimes 

 broad valleys with a few cottonwood trees and 

 covered with fine grass, come down toward the 

 river. In some places it almost resembles a Ken- 

 tucky bluegrass woodland. 



We reached Wolf Point at 7 o'clock that night, 

 and found here a large band of Sioux Indians. 

 These were of the northernmost group of the 

 Sioux, known as the Assiniboine. 11 They had just 

 returned from a buffalo hunt sixty miles to the 



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