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CHAPTER XXI. 

 A Hunting Trip to Wyoming — Concluded. 



During the evening, while Charley smoked, we talked 

 inatters over and concluded what to do. It was decided 

 that next day I should go to town with the pony, get a 

 supply of biscuit and what else might be needed and make 

 arrangements to have a man and team come out to our camp 

 in about a week to haul in the game. It was expected that 

 I could get back to camp about the middle of the afternoon 

 the second day, Charley in the meantime keeping camp and 

 hunting with the shot gun. I offered to take his gun with 

 me and leave the rifle, but he would not do it. 



The next morning I got an early start, riding the pony 

 part of the time, and part of the time leading him, as the 

 pack saddle was uncomfortable as a riding saddle, to say 

 the least. About ten o'clock when half way to the river I 

 came across a wagon and a tent pitched by the side of it. 

 There was no one around but soon a man came carrying 

 a 22 calibre rifle with which he had been hunting rabbits. 

 He said that there were three men in the party — that the 

 horses had strayed and the other two men were hunting 

 them — that they hailed from Cheyenne, were out hunting — 

 had been out three weeks and had killed one deer. On hear- 

 ing my story, he offered to loan me a riding horse and 

 saddle if I would wait until the men came in with the horses. 

 His offer was gladly accepted, and the coffee was put over 

 to boil, and by the time the horses came dinner was ready. 



Dinner over I was furnished with a riding horse and 

 saddle, and mounting was soon on the way to Glenrock, 

 leading the pack pony. That afternoon and evening I got 

 the landlady at the hotel to bake a good supply of biscuit, 



