I 883 



In September, 1883, I was living on my cattle 

 ranch on Grey Bull River, Wyoming, Big Horn 

 County, with Jay Bradley and his wife as 

 employees; Mrs. Bradley as housekeeper and 

 cook, and Jay doing the outside work. 



I had determined with Bradley to take a hunt 

 in the mountains to the west for grizzly bear and 

 elk, the latter for winter's meat. 



We were to have started the next day, Septem- 

 ber 12, when word came that Otto Franc, my 

 neighbor, six miles below, while gathering his beef 

 cattle preparatory to taking them to Chicago to 

 market, had met with a misfortune in which, 

 during a stampede, fifty fat beeves, while attempt- 

 ing to cross a deep gulch, had been trampled to 

 death by those following. The catastrophe had 

 taken place about three miles below me, near the 

 river, at the mouth of Rose Creek, a mountain 

 stream, which, through a gorge about twenty feet 

 in depth, entered Grey Bull River from the north. 



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