Hunting at High Altitudes 



later, on the afternoon of the I4th. I had retained 

 my mare Kate, but beside her I was the only living 

 thing in camp. I got along very well, however, 

 reading and writing or hunting. Usually in the 

 afternoon I took a ride up to the summit of the 

 mountains to the south to watch the country for 

 bear; usually without glasses. But one evening 

 later, as I watched the southern slope of the moun- 

 tain, a rifle shot was heard and an elk rushed out 

 from a strip of timber. I was not at the moment 

 anxious to meet either good Indian or bad white 

 man, and did not try to find out who had fired the 

 shot. During all my sojourn, time never hung 

 heavy on my hands. 



After the boys returned, we went down from 

 these mountains, intending to cross the two forks of 

 Stinking River and then to> follow around the foot 

 of the mountains toward Grey Bull country. We 

 followed down the mountain by the trail along 

 Rattle Snake Creek, and on August 22 camped on 

 Carter's Creek, about two miles above the Carter 

 Ranch. Here Captain Belknap visited me. He 

 had just brought into this basin a thousand cows 

 and located a ranch on the south fork. About the 

 same time, Colonel Carter, from Fort Bridger, 

 brought in about the same number of cattle under 

 the management of his relative, Dr. Carter. 



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