Camping and Hunting in the Shoshone 



snow, while a little farther on another 

 summit rose, fiery red where the setting 

 sun smote on its great cliffs, once clay, but 

 now turned to red concrete by subterranean 

 fire. 



Our dinner of elk-steak, seasoned by 

 one or two of the very last remaining on- 

 ions, delicious bread (two parts flour and 

 one part Indian corn), and, oh ! such cof- 

 fee, is a memory with me still. Then 

 pipes were lit, and we laid us down " upon 

 the yellow sand." And over the crest of 

 the mountain peeped the horn of the new 

 moon ; not a sound broke the stillness, 

 save when, at regular intervals of fifteen 

 minutes, a geyser, hidden in the pines 

 about a half-mile away, burst into its brief 

 tumult. Many lovely camps we remem- 

 ber ; but, among them all, none were more 

 beautiful than that by Heart Lake. 



My first ambition was naturally, as I 

 have said, to kill a buffalo ; that task once 

 accomplished, and repeated to the point 

 of satiety, the aim and object of my life, 

 during my two months' summer rest, was 

 to slay a grizzly. My first hunting expedi- 

 tion included a trip from Saint Paul (then 

 almost the eastern terminus of the railroad) 

 to Vancouver Island, and during that long 

 journey I never saw a grizzly. One day, 

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