A FALL HUNT IN THE ROCKIES. 



BY J. P. MAUD. 

 [MAGA. AUG. 1887.] 



ABOUT the middle of September last two of us, 

 after many wanderings, " struck " a certain 

 ranch on the north fork of Snake River, in Idaho, 

 U.S.A. Hither we had come for the purposes of a 

 hunt, in consequence of what we had seen earlier in 

 the year. In July we were on our way to the Yellow- 

 stone National Park, and were so struck by the aspect 

 of affairs at this ranch in the matters of sport, that 

 we stopped " right there," as Western " boys " would 

 forcibly express it. Now for the reason of this stop- 

 ping " right there." Our destination, as I have stated, 

 was the far-famed Park, and we were now, after a 

 tedious stage-drive across the prairies, yet fifty miles 

 from the home of mammoth geysers, terraces, and 

 springs sulphuric. Momentous events often hinge, 

 however, on such a trifling circumstance as providing 

 the animal man with his dinner ; and out "West that 

 meal, generally associated as it is with visions of 



