Memories of a Bear Hunter 



this point the road to Bozeman leaves the Yellow- 

 stone. 



I halted here to await developments. I found 

 the rumors heard within the last week, of the ad- 

 vance of the hostile Indians through the National 

 Park, and of the killing of the tourists that fell 

 into their hands, were mostly true, and as have 

 been told in the retrospect before outlined. 



That night Mrs. Cowan, her sister and a 

 younger brother arrived. They were then sup- 

 posed to be the only survivors of that party of 

 about ten who had been captured near the Lower 

 Geyser Basin. 



On the night of the 29th two companies of the 

 Second Cavalry arrived from Fort Ellis. About 

 midnight the camp was aroused by the attempt of 

 Indians to steal horses. They were met by a vig- 

 orous fire and were driven off. On Sept. 2, Lieut- 

 Col. Gilbert, of the Seventh Infantry, reinforced 

 the other two companies, and the force moved up 

 the river. During this time, I made agreeable 

 acquaintance with several officers, among them 

 Lieut. H. L. Scott, of the Second Cavalry, a 

 friendship which has been kept bright ever since, 

 whether as Major Scott in Cuba and the Philip- 

 pines, or as Colonel Scott of the West Point Mili- 

 tary Academy. During this time, scouts Goff and 



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