CHAPTER VI. 



IN THE BIG HORN MOUNTAINS. 



AWAY TO THE MOUNTAINS THE RED RIVER VALLEY A GARDEN IN 

 THE DESERT FROM BISMARCK TO GLENDIVE THE BAD LANDS 

 ON THE LITTLE MISSOURI "HELL WITH THE FIRE OUT" FOUR 

 HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-THREE BRIDGES IN TWO HUNDRED AND 



TWENTY-ONE MILES A DRIVE UP THE YELLOWSTONE BUTCHERS 



AND BUFFALOES A WORD OF WARNING OFF TO THE BIG HORN. 



A year ago to-day I started on my first trip to Montana, 

 and to-day, August -27, 1881, I find myself at the Chicago, 

 Milwaukee & St. Paul depot, with my rifle, cartridges, hunting 

 suit, and camp equipage packed, preparatory to another journey 

 to the same mystic quarter of the world, only that .1 am bound 

 further into the territory this time than before, and also into 

 the northern portion of Wyoming, my main objective point 

 this time being the Big Horn mountains. 



I told the baggage man to check my baggage to Glendive, 

 Montana. 



" Glendive ! Is that all the further you're going?" 



No, but that is as far as I can ride I shall have to walk 

 the rest of the way. 



My ticket secured, I retired to rest in the elegant and lux- 

 urious sleeper attached to the train, and awoke next morning 

 at La Crosse. At one P.M. we landed in the new union depot 

 at St. Paul. Here I stopped to visit a friend until the next 

 evening at seven o'clock, when I boarded the train on the 

 Northern Pacific railroad, and we pulled out for Bismarck. 

 While in St. Paul, I had the pleasure of meeting that sterling 

 old soldier, Major Guido Ilges, who commanded the perilous 



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