under shelter to avoid the storm. That, 

 outside of fairy books, an earthbound 

 being could actually be in a cloud, was 

 beyond my imagination. Indeed, it 

 seems strange now, and were it not for 

 the absence of a cherished quirt, I should 

 be ready to think that my cloud experi- 

 ence had been a dream. 



The day before, we had been in a 

 great hurry to cross the Wind River 

 Divide before a heavy snowfall made 

 travel difficult, if not impossible. We 

 had no wish to be snowbound for the 

 winter in those wilds, with only two 

 weeks' supply of food, and it was for 

 this same reason we had not stopped to 

 hunt that grizzly who had left a fourteen 

 inch track over on Wiggins' Creek — 

 the same being Wahb of the Big Horn 

 Basin, about whom I shall have some- 

 thing to say later. 



