AN ENCOUNTER WITH A GRIZZLY 423 



Crown Prince of the Shoshone Indians, Dick 

 Washakie. 



What a joy was that first day's ride, over the 

 open prairie to the Wind River! Rabbits and 

 sage hens galore with an occasional coyote pro- 

 vided much entertainment with little hazard to 

 themselves. They were too quick for the rifle 

 and too distant for the camera. Our supper was 

 of Wind River trout, which were deplorably ig- 

 norant of the science of angling and ignoring a 

 well tied fly rose freely to a big white scarecrow 

 that would have frightened into fits an educated 

 Eastern trout. 



The country became broken, the river had to be 

 frequently forded, and it was deep enough to 

 make me anxious about my sensitive plates, while 

 deer began to show up and on the second night 

 we had buck liver for supper. The third day's 

 ride was along the Bad Lands and we camped 

 under their wonderful cliffs. Rich in color and 

 shade, purple, yellow, and red with a dark gray 

 background, they are worth crossing the conti- 

 nent to see. One fancies he is gazing upon the 



