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made the necessary purchases, and started for camp early 

 in the morning. Before noon I was back at the camp of 

 our new found friends from Cheyenne, but found it de- 

 serted. The day before I had told them of a pool of water 

 about three miles below our camp, that was in easy reach 

 of our blacktail hunting ground, and advised them to move 

 camp to that place. This had been done, and on reaching 

 the pool I found them already there and the camp nearly 

 made. Leaving the riding horse with many sincere thanks 

 for his use I went on toward our own camp, leading the 

 pack pony. That evening Charley and I visited their camp, 

 remaining until late in the evening. I neglected to state that 

 I did not engage a team to come in a week for our game, 

 because our new found friends had volunteered to haul the 

 game for us. 



While we were at their camp that evening I happened 

 to mention that while in Glenrock I had talked with some 

 men who had been prospecting for oil on the head waters 

 of some of the branches of "Powder river, about fifty miles 

 northwest of Glenrock, who reported having seen only a 

 week before a large band of elk, and that blacktail deer were 

 also very abundant in that country. This report set our 

 Cheyenne friends wild. They would pull out the next day, 

 go back to Glenrock, get supplies and strike for the Powder 

 river country; and they wanted us to go with them. They 

 offered to carry our luggage, and haul our game, if we 

 would go, provided we would pay half the expense for horse 

 feed and give them half the game we should kill. The plan 

 suited us. 



Next morning we pulled out for Glenrock, got the sup- 

 plies needed and by noon of the following day were ready 

 to start out for our new hunting grounds. Charley and I 

 added to our stock of provisions a supply of flour and bak- 

 ing powder for use in case the biscuit gave out. The owner 

 of the horses offered to let me have the use of the horse 



