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accepted and married her. They are happy, and 

 though the wife's family is said to have ostracized her 

 she seems to be satisfied. 



Thirteen of our party, including four ladies, started 

 on a prairie-chicken hunt to a point some twelve miles 

 away. As the Indians indulge in shooting chickens 

 from the saddles of their ponies, thus depleting their 

 numbers, it was necessary to take teams and drive this 

 distance before we found the birds which even then 

 were in only limited numbers and as wild as hares. 

 When we arrived on the shooting ground it was nearly 

 noon, and as the birds had finished their morning 

 feeding and were found on the edge of the brush 

 fringing a little stream, we had hard work getting 

 more than a glimpse of them before they would be 

 out of sight. Taking long flights made it slow shoot- 

 ing. However we made a fairly good bag, and, as it 

 is always the practice of sportsmen and sportswomen 

 to shoot only what they can use to advantage, we 

 gave up the sport and the hard work in good season 

 and enjoyed a glorious ride back, watching the forms 

 and ever-changing shadows of the Kocky Mountains, 

 which, though eighteen miles distant, seemed close 

 enough to be reached in a half-hour's walk. 



We were told that, at Bow Kiver, all we had to do 

 was to throw in our fish-lines, and, with any sort of a 

 fly, we could catch all the speckled trout we could 

 handle, and that Morley was the point on the Bow 



