OF SHOOTING AND FISHING 93 
was awaiting the Portland express to take us to 
Weiser. After the manner of transcontinental 
trains this was about twelve hours late, which gave 
us ample time to see the churches and public build- 
ings of Pocatello. At last our train came and we 
were off, arriving at Weiser during the night. We 
were to leave for Council at 8:00 a.M., so they 
called us early, and after breakfast, when starting 
for the station, the clerk asked whether we were 
connected in any way with a ‘‘gentleman’’ who had 
been staying there several days waiting for some 
relatives, with whom he was going to take a shoot- 
ing trip. Weasked his name, and were astonished 
to learn that it was our Wyoming advance agent. 
Further questions elicited the fact that he was up- 
stairs in number four and not feeling well, but 
that he had made himself very agreeable while 
there, and was quite popular. I went upstairs, and 
there was our friend, who might have been doing 
temperance work as a horrible example, from the 
condition in which I found him. 
As it was nearly eight, and as there was only one 
train a day, we hurried to the station. Fortunately, 
the superintendent of the road was there and he 
kindly held the train until we collected our scat- 
tered effects and had secured a very pleasant guide 
called Buck, who would accompany us only upon 
the condition that we took his chum. As Buck was 
a very smart-looking man from his diamond pin to 
his patent leather shoes, we were prepared to agree 
to anything rather than lose him. 
With these, and with a reasonable amount of lug- 
