Camping and Hunting in the Shoshotie 



again at the very remembrance of how it 

 thumped that morning when slowly our 

 long crescent of riders rose above the last 

 swell of the plain that hid us from the 

 outlying bulls, scarcely four hundred yards 

 away. 



One yell and we were off, each man 

 for himself and the devil take the hinder- 

 most a thing he was apt to do ; for in 

 the shape of badger-holes he lay in wait 

 for those unlucky ones who, choked with 

 dust that hid both herd and ground, floun- 

 dered in the rear. The safest as well as 

 the pleasantest place was in front. 



But I do not desire to write an account 

 either of the sport or scenery I enjoyed in 

 1868 ; suffice it to say, I there and then 

 fell in love with the Rocky Mountains, 

 as almost all who have hunted, camped, 

 or been hunted among them have fallen 

 in love. I would rather give some results 

 of the five trips I have made during the 

 summer and fall since then to those moun- 

 tainous regions, lying within the bounds 

 of the United States, that may be readily 

 reached by the Northern Pacific Railroad ; 

 for here await those who will take the 

 trouble to seek them magnificent scenery, 

 and, as yet, fair sport. Why do so few 

 of our young men go West for recrea- 



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