Shooting a Grizzly 



torrent is known as a " creek " among the Mormons). 

 There were ponies and dogs, and papooses and squaws, 

 scattered indiscriminately over the landscape. The 

 wigwams, covered with different shades of deer and elk 

 hides, old pieces of canvas and tattered blankets, and 

 a few burlap bags thrown in for good measure, gave a 

 crazy quilt effect in the blue, late afternoon atmosphere. 

 It really would have made a colourful and interesting 

 painting for a Remington to extend himself upon. 



Personally I never yet saw a picture of an Indian camp 

 that seemed real. One misses the smell so. When we 

 were a quarter of a mile away a gentle, evening north- 

 west breeze drifted indolently and carelessly among the 

 tepees, and thence wafted the perfume toward our 

 ungrateful and misunderstanding nostrils. 



" Gosh, David ! what's that awful smell ? There 

 must be something dead around here !" 



" Them's Indians, pardner. They don't stink half as 

 bad when they're dead as when they're alive." 



Dave said this with a perfectly serious face, and I 

 wondered if he referred to the old adage that the only 

 good Indian is a dead Indian, and if it applied to the 

 Indian smell as well as to his life. 



With my olfactory nerves tremendously disciplined, 

 I accompanied Dave into the camp. He dismounted, 

 but I did not. At his suggestion I had caught up the 

 pack-mare and led it with a turn of the larigo attached 

 to the hackamore around the horn of my saddle. Indian 

 kids sometimes, slyly assisted by their elders, would 

 jokingly stampede a well-packed animal, and before 

 you could find your pack-horse, the diamond- or loop- 

 hitch would become strangely unfastened, the contents 

 of the pack or panniers might be scattered among the 

 rocks and underbrush, and although the papooses, squaws, 

 and even bucks would help scour the country for your 



