Hunting at High Altitudes 



an excellent animal, well trained for hunting. If 

 you respected his prejudices, he was gentle enough; 

 if you did not, he was certain to buck you off, as 

 more than once he did me. 



Our outfit consisted of Fishel as guide; Hayden, 

 teamster, and Derby, cook. The two-horse wagon 

 was drawn by a pair of white horses, which I after- 

 ward purchased in the division of the outfit and 

 used them as pack animals until they died on the 

 Grey Bull ranch. For three days we traveled 

 through the Bad Lands, finding only alkali water, 

 and no wood, except greasewood. It rained 

 almost every day. Our protection at night was an 

 ordinary wagon sheet, stretched as a tent. We 

 had carried from Carroll a few sticks of wood in 

 the wagon, but were saving of our fuel. We were 

 not very comfortable. 



At the end of the second day we met a few buf- 

 falo, the leaders of a large herd that during the 

 summer and fall had been occupying the Judith 

 Basin, and now as it happened were moving out 

 before a party of Crows and Chief Tendoy's 34 

 band of Bannock Indians from the Lemhi Agency 

 west of the Rockies. 



On the 9th of September we camped on Box 

 Elder Creek, and here found the first fresh water 

 met with, and a fair amount of wood. Here we 



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