1882 



The winter of 1881-2 was pleasantly spent at 

 Bozeman. At that prosperous mountain town 

 there were three churches and a fine population of 

 intelligent, broad-minded people, among whom I 

 had many friends and congenial associates. 



For the following summer I had determined to 

 make a trip into northern Wyoming on the head 

 of Grey Bull River, a country which during the 

 season of 1881 I had found wholly free from the 

 contaminating influences of the white man. I had 

 with me Le Grand Corey as packer, and Heyford 

 as camp-keeper and cook. Corey had been with 

 me the year before with T. E. Hofer, a first-class 

 man in every respect for the mountains or the 

 plains, whom I could not secure for this trip. 



After crossing the Bridger Mountains, just east 

 of Fort Ellis, we went on to the Yellowstone River, 

 crossing it at Benson's Landing. From there the 

 route lay across the foothills of the mountains, 

 following the Yellowstone River to the crossing 

 of Clark's Fork, thence to the Stinking Water, and 



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