Hunting at High Altitudes 



Valley. They agreed to put me on the trail of the 

 only bull train that had ever passed through that 

 country around the eastern foothills of the Crazy 

 Woman Mountains. 



We left camp on the Musselshell, August 22, 

 accompanied by Mr. Gordon, who volunteered to 

 stay with me until the wagon road was reached. 

 At noon we passed Big Elk Creek, where we met 

 a Mr. Miller, who had established himself in a 

 dugout on the side of the mountain and was look- 

 ing after a considerable band of Oregon horses in 

 a splendid range. We camped eight or ten miles 

 beyond. 



It was many years afterward in Billings, Mon- 

 tana that I met this same Mr. Miller, who in- 

 formed me that the night after we had met on Big 

 Elk, a band of Piegan Indians had swooped down 

 on his band of fifty horses and made away with 

 them. The country was too sparsely settled to get 

 together a force sufficient to pursue. The loss did 

 not appear to have discouraged him, for at the 

 time we met again he was a prosperous sheepman 

 of the Yellowstone Valley. 



Just one year afterward, in the same vicinity, a 

 war party of the same tribe made a dash at about 

 1 1 o'clock at night on a large horse freight outfit 

 loaded with rifles and ammunition for Walter 



So 



