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course, we saw nothing of them, but we did see 

 moccasin tracks and pony tracks in the snow pass- 

 ing down the stream with our camp, and this 

 warned us to be cautious. About the middle of 

 October one of the men sent with supplies and mail 

 matter to the Forks of the Musselshell 45 reported 

 that while he was there Indians had come down 

 and stolen about twenty head of horses, his own 

 among them. 



After a stay of a month at the Cottonwood camp 

 we became more or less hopeless of success, and 

 left the Forks of the Musselshell, intending to 

 spend the remainder of the hunting season on the 

 eastern slope of the Crazy Woman Mountain, 46 

 between the Musselshell and the Yellowstone 

 Rivers. 47 



Messiter's horse again bucked him off and gave 

 him a hard fall, but did not injure him. We 

 camped at Ross' Fork of the Judith River, along- 

 side of a large freight outfit loaded with rifles and 

 ammunition for Walter Cooper at Bozeman. The 

 next night we went on and camped in Hopley's 

 Hole, twelve miles beyond the Judith Gap on the 

 way to the Forks of the Musselshell. The freight 

 outfit of six or seven teams camped at the springs 

 near the Gap. 



Just after bedtime a band of Indians made a 



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