332 SYMONDS LEAVES US. 



CHAPTER XXV. 



Symonds leaves us. I explore the Little Snowies. Follow the trail of a 

 grizzly. Try to get back to camp. A difficult road. A fine view. 

 Plenty of game. I enjoy a siesta. An alarming awakening. Peculiar 

 rocks. Mountain-sheep. I bag a grizzly. Good sport. Meet a party 

 of white men. The Greenhorn. Attempt to lasso the grey. Indian 

 attack defeated by Greenhorn. Stories of grizzlies. Sheep-ranches. 



WHILE I was in Tendoi's camp, a lot of freight- waggons stopped 

 at the ranche, on their way to Butte city, and it struck me 

 that this would be a good opportunity for Symonds, who wished 

 to go there ; so I persuaded the " Boss " to wait a day or two, 

 while I returned to camp and brought him back with me. I 

 found Symonds very ready to go ; camp-life was intolerably 

 dull to one who had no taste for sport of any kind, and who 

 was continually longing for a town. We parted good friends, 

 although we had not fraternized much. I arranged for him to 

 sleep in one of the waggons, and paid for his food as far as 

 Butte, and we induced him to take the greyhound with him, 

 as it had only been in our way, requiring to be tied up when 

 we went out hunting, and often howling in the night, which 

 might have brought the Indians on us. 



A few days after getting back to camp I made up my mind 



