Hunting at High Altitudes 



with colt following, and when all was ready, she 

 started into the water, the other horses following, 

 being pushed on and urged by the Indians. Just 

 before reaching the opposite bank, some of the 

 mares turned back for their colts that were nick- 

 ering. At once they began to mill, turning around 

 and around and being carried down into deep 

 water. The only thing to do was to get back again 

 on the same side to make another trip. They 

 did this three or four times, but finally gave it up, 

 not crossing the horses until the next morning when 

 the river was lower. The horses that the Indians 

 were riding had their forelocks tied up with a bit 

 of grass to keep the hair out of their eyes, so as not 

 to interfere with their vision while in the water. 



Before returning to our raft, we sought for a 

 more suitable place for starting into the water than 

 the one we had stopped at. The men soon re- 

 turned, reporting a better point down below. The 

 pack horses were carefully unloaded at the point 

 we were to start from, the raft was launched, with 

 Hofer and Corey on it, and I went to a point 

 below, where I could catch a rope thrown to me. 

 A safe landing was made, and before dark all our 

 belongings had been ferried over and we were in 

 a snug camp. The horses had been driven into 

 the water and forced to swim across. 



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