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under shelter to avoid the storm. That, 
outside of fairy books, an earthbound 
being could actually be in a cloud, was 
beyond my imagination. Indeed, it 
seems strange now, and were it not for 
the absence of a cherished quirt, I should 
be ready to think that my cloud experi- 
ence had been a dream. 
The day before, we had been in a 
great hurry to cross the Wind River 
Divide before a heavy snowfall made 
travel difficult, if not impossible. We 
had no wish to be snowbound for the 
winter in those wilds, with only two 
weeks’ supply of food, and it was for 
this same reason we had not stopped to 
hunt that grizzly who had left a fourteen 
inch track over on Wiggins’ Creek — 
the same being Wahb of the Big Horn 
Basin, about whom I shall have some- 
thing to say later. 
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