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stopped the night with us. He had come up to get 

 one of the cabins ready for Colonel Cody, who was 

 then at Cody City, where he has large interests, but 

 whom Davies expected shortly at his ranch, bent on 

 an outing in one of his old hunting-grounds, from 

 which, however, most of the glory has now departed. 



During Monday it snowed all day long, so that 

 Davies could not get home, and we were unable to 

 move out of camp. The storm continued all night 

 and the next morning till midday, when the sun came 

 out. Davies then went home. In the afternoon I 

 took a turn by myself up a gully known as Needle 

 Creek, but saw nothing but a mule deer doe and two 

 fawns, and no tracks of anything else. On returning 

 to camp late in the evening I found that Davies had 

 returned, bringing a letter to W. M., which contained 

 news that compelled him to start at once for England. 



Early the following morning our kind friend left 

 us, accompanied by one of our men and a pack horse, 

 in order to reach Ishawood in time to catch the stage 

 waggon, which runs daily between that place and 

 Red Lodge station. 



During the snow-storm my wife and I lived in 

 our tent, but we took our meals in one of the cabins, 

 which we shared with a pair of pretty little nuthatches 

 (Sitta canadensis), a much smaller species than our 

 English bird and with a white stripe over the eye, 

 and several mountain rats (Neotoma cinerea), beauti- 

 ful large-eyed creatures, with great bushy tails like 



