A TRIP TO CHAMBERLAIN BASIN, 
IDAHO 
I overheard a man telling another that coming 
out of Idaho over the Thunder Mountain trail to 
Red Rock, he saw over one hundred mountain 
sheep and vast numbers of deer. This led me to 
enquire into the game resources of the country 
from every one I could find who had been there, and 
they all endorsed his statements. 
Of course these men were prospectors, and a 
prospector in perfectly good faith can believe that 
he sees what does not exist; however, they were so 
Sincere about it that I concluded there was good 
foundation for their stories and that possibly there 
were deer and some sheep. Several of these men, 
after describing what they had seen, added that all 
the game came from a place called Chamberlain 
Basin, to which they had never been, but of which 
they had heard from some one who had a friend 
who knew. I was unable to find any one who had 
ever been to the Basin, but from all I could hear, 
it was the Fons et Origo of all the Idaho game—a 
sanctuary unpolluted by the foot of the hunter. 
Shortly after these enquiries I met H. and 
told him the story. He at once proposed our going 
to Chamberlain Basin and to this I agreed. It 
was decided that we should look up all routes into 
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