Memories of a Bear Hunter 



found large bands of buffalo and I killed what was 

 needed for .meat by running them on horseback. 

 The next day made a good drive to a camp on 

 Armell's Creek, 35 near the foot of the Judith 

 Mountains, and here I determined to remain until 

 Messiter should come up, sending back Hayden 

 and the team for him if necessary. 



On this day I killed two buffalo bulls for bear 

 bait, and Fishel in different localities killed two. 

 We killed also several antelope and deer for camp 

 meat. On the following day, while hunting for 

 elk, I climbed one end of the Judith Mountains 36 

 and had a magnificent view across the valley of 

 the Missouri, with the Bear Paw and Little Rocky 

 Mountains to the north and the Moccasin Moun- 

 tains on the west. The Missouri is about forty 

 miles distant and the Bear Paw and Little Rock- 

 ies about seventy miles. 



My hunting companion, C. Messiter, reached us 

 on September 13. He had been sent out by Major 

 Reed's 37 team with all his baggage. 



When we arose on the morning of September 

 14 we found about three inches of snow on the 

 ground, and a little later Fishel, who had been 

 looking over the country with the field glasses, re- 

 ported that the carcass of one of the buffalo* had 

 been moved. We rode out toward the carcass, and 



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