CHARLES L. YOUNGBLOOI). 85 



One evening when we had stopped near 

 Silver Lake, and camped in a small branch for 

 the night. Baker, who happened to walk out a 

 few steps from the camp, called me and said 

 *'Oh! look over there ; what a gang of bad- 

 gers/' I went to him to investigate the badger 

 business, and saw that it was a herd of buffalo 

 just over the hill, with the tips of their humps 

 just visible. I ran back and seized my gun 

 and, slipping to the top of the hill, succeeded in 

 killing twelve. These when dressed made us 

 a good load, which we took to Sherlock and 

 shipped. We then took up our abode on 

 Alkali Lake. I left Baker to make a dug-out 

 — a house dug in the bank of a branch or the 

 brink of a hill — and went out about lour miles 

 where I found a dead buffalo with a number 

 of wolves gathered about it. Wolf skins 

 were bringing lair prices, and I told my son 

 that we would put some strychnine in the 

 carcass and camp close by and see the result. 

 The next morning we went to see the effect 

 of the poison, and found thirteen dead wolves. 

 We skmned them and started to camp for the 



