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could not be held, but bolted to the right on the 

 full run. The next wagon followed suit at the 

 proper time until the entire outfit of twelve wagons 

 was on a rampage, tearing through the fortunately 

 open and level prairie, Dollie in the meantime 

 keeping the center of the road. To all the wit- 

 nesses to this scene it was most amusing and ludi- 

 crous, a scare caused by an innocent, patient and 

 careless little pack mule, who had nothing what- 

 ever to do with her fearful looking makeup. That 

 scene caused its only two witnesses to forget for a 

 time at least all the labors and hardships and risks 

 from hostiles and snowstorms of the past ten days. 



Without occurrence of especial interest, we 

 reached Bozeman on September 26, after an 

 absence of fifteen days, having traveled on an 

 average twenty miles per day. 



To me, this was the most eventful trip, for its 

 duration, of my long sojourn among the North- 

 western mountains, whether be considered the un- 

 questioned danger from hostile Indians, the 

 scarcely slighter danger from the storms and deep 

 snows among these mountains, or the exposure, the 

 labor and hardships incident to traveling five days 

 through snow from five to twenty inches deep, the 

 only shelter from the storms at night during the 

 trip being that afforded by a small wagon sheet. 



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