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ing an outfit without paying an exorbitant price for 

 it. They knew him to be a stranger, and they " took 

 him in." 



Finally, however, he secured four horses for the 

 wagon. The wheelers were worn-out mustangs, 

 which we were obliged to punish constantly to keep 

 at work, while one of the leaders, a fine four- 

 year-old colt, had to be knocked down half a dozen 

 times before he could be taught not to balk and 

 strike out with his fore feet at everyone who came 

 within reach. The other leader, old Major, was as 

 true as steel, and often saved the day, doing his 

 duty nobly in spite of the miserable company in 

 which he was forced to work. 



The first night Mr. Isaac and I slept outside the 

 town, with the four wagon horses and the three sad- 

 dle ponies, which were all picketed with new rope. 

 In the middle of the night, we heard an animal 

 groaning, and rushed out, to find our four-year-old 

 cut fearfully beneath the fetlocks by the ropes. We 

 had to cut him loose, help him up, and bind his 

 wounds. He was able to travel the next day, how- 

 ever, and his accident was not altogether a misfor- 

 tune, as he was too sore for some time afterwards 

 to show his natural disposition. 



We drove down to the mouth of the Judith River, 

 opposite Claggett, where an Indian trader had a 

 store inclosed in a stockade. Here we went into 



