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some revenue derived by the Indian agents from this 

 absence of Indians from the reservation will ever 

 stand in the way of a satisfactory enforcement of the 

 law. 



But to return. After some very hard days in 

 the surrounding ranges, where plenty of game sign 

 was to be found, though without results, we 

 determined to move on further towards the Teetons, 

 and pick up en route as much of our moose as we 

 could carry. AVe accordingly reached the gulch 

 above referred to, Tom and I leading on horseback, 

 with our train of pack-horses followed by the camp 

 rustler in the rear, who urged them on in that 

 forcible language in vogue among Western "boys," 

 not altogether unknown to the drover or coster of 

 Great Britain. 



"\Ve were nearing the spot where our late moose 

 was first found, when suddenly Tom turned round to 

 me excitedly, saying, " His name is Dennis with a 

 big D, now, if he isn't our meat, sure ! " The drift 

 of this somewhat obscure statement was dimly dis- 

 cernible when I saw what he was pointing to at my 

 horse's feet the clear tracks of a big bear, evidently 

 made that morning. Here was luck ! Brer Bar had 

 at last found out our moose, and was sure even now 

 to be "around." Instantly dismounting and leaving 

 the pack-horses with the other man, we advanced 

 stealthily on foot with the magazines of our repeaters 

 filled, ready for immediate use. Our surprise was 



