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habit, and, rejecting Nimrod's offer of 

 his quieter horse, remounted Blondey. 

 We all jumped the next ditch, but the 

 shock was too much for the imp in his 

 weakened condition; he tumbled off 

 the pommel, and I have never seen him 

 since. 



Our course lay along the hills on the 

 east bank of Snake River that day. We 

 discovered another beautiful sapphire 

 lake in a setting of green hills. Several 

 ducks were gliding over its surface. 

 We watched them, in concealment of 

 course, and we saw a fish hawk capture 

 his dinner. Then we quietly continued 

 along the ridge of a high bluff until we 

 came to an outstretched point, where 

 beneath us lay the Snake Valley with 

 its fickle-minded river winding through. 



The sun was just dropping behind 

 the great Tetons, massed in front of us 



