I04 Horse and Hound. 



I recall an instance that happened to me in 

 the early seventies. Traveling north from Fort 

 Laramie, in Wyoming, with a hunting party, one 

 of my pack horses, a "cayuse," pulled his picket 

 at night and could not be found next morning. 

 We proceeded without him. At the end of the 

 third day's ride, as we were about to pitch camp, 

 up galloped the truant. It developed that he was 

 found snubbed to a tree in a chapparel not far 

 from our camp site. The day after our departure, 

 upon being released by a party of hunters, he 

 took our trail, twenty-four hours old, and fol- 

 lowed it as faithfully as a hound for over a hun- 

 dred miles with absolutely nothing to assist him 

 but his unerring power of scent, as there were no 

 roads, not even a bridle path or tepee trail, and 

 probably no horse other than a Sioux pony had, 

 at that time, ever been over this country. 



