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in this, as in every other view I ever had in the Rocky 

 Mountains, was the sight of vultures, lammergeiers, 

 and eagles circling slowly yet majestically overhead, 

 or sweeping swiftly on motionless wings along the 

 rocky faces of the mountains, as one sees constantly 

 in all the mountain ranges of eastern Europe and of 

 Asia Minor. In the Rocky Mountains, however, vul- 

 tures and lammergeiers are non-existent, and eagles 

 very scarce ; at least, I did not see more than three 

 or four during the time I was hunting there, and 

 these were all of one species, smaller apparently and 

 a good deal darker in plumage than our golden eagle. 

 On October i, we recrossed the high divide be- 

 tween the Wind Rover country and the South Fork 

 of Stinking Water. It rained hard all day long, and 

 we got thoroughly soaked through, whilst the steep 

 mountain path we were following became in places 

 very slippery for the horses. However, the tarpaulins 

 kept our blankets and spare clothes dry, and after we 

 had pitched the tents in a sheltered spot, and made 

 up big fires, we soon got warm and comfortable again. 

 During the night it turned a little colder, and the 

 rain, which still kept falling at intervals, changed to 

 snow on the mountains above us, the glittering white 

 mantle extending to within a few hundred feet of the 

 valley in which we were camped. The sight of snow 

 raised our hopes, for snow is the one thing which the 

 amateur wapiti hunter in the Rocky Mountains learns 

 to pray for, as after having walked and climbed for 



