Hunting at High Altitudes 



was apparently as killing as my .45-caliber. The 

 elk was killed with one shot in the lungs, the base 

 of the bullet lodging against the ribs of the side 

 opposite to where it entered. 



From that time until June 15, I hunted along 

 the foothills of the mountains bordering the Yel- 

 lowstone Valley on the south as far east as Clark's 

 Fork of the Yellowstone, a distance of about 

 seventy-five miles. Though we did not find many 

 bears, we had a very pleasant time, and greatly 

 enjoyed the freedom from the confinement of 

 winter quarters in a Montana climate. 



The weather was pleasant, considering that it 

 was spring. Enough deer were found to supply us 

 with fresh meat, and a few days after crossing the 

 river a grizzly was killed, from which was ren- 

 dered sufficient fat to furnish us with lard for 

 some time. Lard rendered from bear fat is much 

 superior to that from hog fat, being whiter and 

 more digestible. 



From the Yellowstone to Clark's Fork the route 

 lay through the reservation of the Crow Indians 

 At that time no white man was allowed on the 

 Indian reservation without the consent of the 

 agent. Though little heed was paid to this law, 

 yet in passing through the reservations I always 

 asked permission of the agent, believing this cour- 



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