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the west. We proceeded up this about two miles, and 

 camped. The next day we explored it well up into the 

 range toward its source, but it did not develop into a good 

 game country, either. There were plenty of antelopes near 

 our camp, however, and we put in a good portion of the day 

 hunting them. Allen killed two, Sawyer two, and three of 

 us collectively killed one, after putting six bullets through 

 him. 



On the 1 2th we pulled out up the river again, crossed it, 

 and moved up Pat O'Hare creek, a tributary that comes in 

 from the southwest and empties near the mouth of the Clark's 

 Fork canyon. We followed this stream to the foot of the 

 mountains and made our camp, determined to find game in 

 this region or turn back. On the i5th Huffman and I 

 scouted the foothills to the west thoroughly for a distance of 

 ten miles. We found some bear signs, but none of elk or 

 other game. Allen, Sawyer and Weise started up the side of 

 the mountain. Allen jumped a white tail doe and killed her 

 before he had gone a mile from camp. Thus the wolf was 

 again (paradoxically) driven from our door by the presence 

 of another supply of fresh meat. Ed Forest took a long 

 tramp to the southeast, saw a black bear and nine elk, but did 

 not succeed in getting a shot at any of them. However, the 

 news that we had at last got into a country where there were 

 elk and bear, revived our drooping spirits, and we were all on 

 the war-path early the next morning, eager for the fray. I 

 climbed the mountain clear to the top, and in a broad canyon 

 where there were several springs and thickets of quaking 

 asp, water beech, jack pine, etc., I discovered numerous fresh 

 signs of both bear and elk, but failed to get sight of any of 

 the game, although I hunted diligently all day. 



Allen was the lucky man again, for he killed a half-grown 

 black bear within a mile of camp. But all the hard words 



