OF SHOOTING AND FISHING 185 
impressions formed of them are noted, and they are 
expected and looked for at the different points. 
October 8 was a beautiful day and while Jack- 
son hitched up, we three pursued and slaugh- 
tered a jack rabbit, so finding that we were really 
having some sport, we started in good spirits. We 
scattered ourselves over the country, keeping the 
wagon in sight, but until our arrival at Fontanelle 
at midday, no bird or beast had been seen. 
We enjoyed a good dinner at the halfway house 
and met the pleasant stage driver there. He had 
been shot the summer before and the fellow who 
shot him had been given two years, more on account 
of having used an obsolete type of weapon than for 
having hit his man. 
The country was more broken after leaving Fon- 
tanelle and when we reached the high ground above 
La Barge in the evening, we had our first glimpse 
of the Wind River Mountains to the north, and 
also of the bad lands lying to the east of Green 
River. Directly we began to descend to the creek 
we noticed an improvement in the vegetation, which 
told us we were in the cattle country. The La 
Barge creek flowed from timber-clad mountains 
to the west of where we were into Green River 
a few miles east of us. Jackson had wintered in 
the mountains near its source a few seasons before 
and had killed a number of fine bull elk there, one 
of which, a nice fourteen pointer, he afterwards 
gave tome. He had also killed two buffalo in re- 
cent years on the bad lands. When we reached 
the willows by the creek we had ae three 
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