Memories of a Bear Hunter 



are almost vertical, and the canon cannot be passed 

 through by man except on foot. On the trail 

 crossing below the canon there was no fringe of 

 ice along the shore, but there was an all-pervading 

 smell of sulphuretted hydrogen that was unmis- 

 takable. 



From this camp we traveled by the most direct 

 route possible remembering the bad snowdrifts 

 on the usual trail. Fifteen days* steady march- 

 ing between November 23 and December 12 

 brought us at last to Bozeman. On the Rocky 

 Fork we stopped one day to get a supply of fresh 

 meat, while extremely cold weather caused a delay 

 of six days at the Agency of the Crow Indians on 

 Rosebud River. This cold snap culminated in the 

 low temperature of 40 degrees below zero, and 

 during its continuance we laid up in some willow 

 thickets, where there was an abundance of good 

 firewood. During the middle of the day the sun 

 had a powerful effect in modifying the cold. We 

 were all provided with suitable wrappings, and 

 none of us suffered materially. At night our pro- 

 tection was a wall tent 12 x 14 feet, with a water- 

 proof tarpaulin floor and robes and blankets suf- 

 ficient. My bed was a fur-lined sleeping bag. A 

 well designed sheet-iron stove kept the tent warm 

 and comfortable. 



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