CHAPTER VI. 



IN THE BIG HORN MOUNTAINS. 



AWAY TO THE MOUNTAINS THE RED RIVER VALLEY A GARDEN IN 

 THE DESERT FROM BISMARCK TO GLENDIVE THE BAD LANDS 

 ON THE LITTLE MISSOURI "HELL WITH THE FIRE OUT" FOUR 

 HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-THREE BRIDGES IN TWO HUNDRED AND 

 TWENTY-ONE MILES A DRIVE UP THE YELLOWSTONE BUTCHERS 

 AND IIUFFALOES A WORD OF WARNING OFF TO THE BIG HORN. 



A year ago to-day I started on my first trip to Montana, 

 and to-day, August 27, 1881, I find myself at the Chicago, 

 Milwaukee & St. Paul depot, with my rifle, cartridges, hunting 

 suit, and camp equipage packed, preparatory to another journey 

 to the same mystic quarter of the world, only that I am bound 

 further into the territory this time than before, and also into 

 the northern portion of Wyoming, my main objective point 

 this time being^the Big Horn mountains. 



I told the baggage man to check my baggage to Glendive, 

 Montana. 



" Glendive ! Is that all the further you're going?" 



No, but that is as far as I can ride I shall have to walk 

 the rest of the way. 



My ticket secured, I retired to rest in the elegant and lux- 

 urious sleeper attached to the train, and awoke next morning 

 at La Crosse. At one P.M. we landed in the new union depot 

 at St. Paul. Here I stopped to visit a friend until the next 

 evening at seven o'clock, when I boarded the train on the 

 Northern Pacific railroad, and we pulled out for Bismarck. 

 While in St. Paul, I had the pleasure of meeting that sterling 



old soldier, Major Guide Ilges, who commanded the perilous 



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