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this mud it took me a good while playing the big 
fish down the stream to where he could be landed. 
At last I had him safely in my basket; and although 
I tried for some time longer the water was so shal- 
low and muddy that he proved my last catch. 
Returning to the car with but eighteen fish and 
literally covered with mud, I indulged in a swim 
with all of my clothes on and then dressed for din- 
ner. H. had twenty-six fine trout, and S. thirty 
smaller ones, while another man, Y., had killed a 
four pounder and a good creel of others. 
Our third day was short, as a train passing at 
noon picked our car up. S., H. and myself spent 
the morning near by and caught some nice trout, 
but Y., determining to outdo us all, started early, 
and walking a couple of miles down the track 
crossed the prairie to the river. When the train 
came, there was no Y., so we asked the engineer to 
sound the whistle and about four or five miles down 
the valley Y. was picked up, having several fine 
trout, the largest of which weighed four and a half 
pounds. Our ice box was pretty full by this time, 
and had we killed more we could not have used 
them. In spite of delays we reached Shoshone in 
time for our overland train. 
SNAKE RIVER 
The river in Idaho about which I had heard most 
was the north fork of the Snake. This rises prac- 
tically on the western boundary of the Yellowstone 
Park, is shortly joined by a stream from Henry’s 
Lake, by the Shotgun, and by a number of others, 
