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they were not a success. At sundown we were 
dining by a splendid camp fire and a very enthusi- 
astic party we made. Dawson, who was partly 
Indian and partly Scotch, was a wonderfully well- 
informed man. He discussed Bliicher’s move- 
ments at Waterloo, the natural history of Ovis 
ammon and the martyrs of the Bass Rock, one of 
whom had been an ancestor of his. Certainly, one 
does not expect to hear anything of the Conven- 
ticle Acts of 1670 when hunting goats in the wilds 
of Montana. I shall always associate in my own 
mind Covenanters, solan geese and antelope goats. 
Afterwards, when looking over Dawson’s library, 
I found out how he had become so well posted, as © 
he had nearly all the standard authors and a great 
many books on obtuse subjects. 
The night was beautiful, and we slept well until 
the rattle of pots and pans awoke us in the morn- 
ing. Our guide pointed out places on Rising Wolf 
where he had at times killed sheep, but sheep were 
protected this year, so we did not allow ourselves 
to think about them. It always takes a good while 
to arrange packs and to get them on. Loading a 
wagon can be done the night before, but pack ani- 
mals must be left to the last minute. The operation 
was performed in less time each day as C. and J. 
became rather expert at the diamond hitch, but 
my attempts were feeble in the extreme. When we 
broke camp, J. succeeded in taking a good snap 
shot at some of us in the creek, as the smoke had 
not yet rolled down on the landscape. Crossing 
the water we kept along the north shore of the 
