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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 
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