SPORT AND TRAVEL 269 



Leaving Liverpool in the magnificent Cunard 

 liner, the " Teutonic," on the afternoon of Oct. 

 1 6, 1898, I reached our trysting-place five thousand 

 miles away in ten days' time, and should have got 

 there a day earlier, had it not been that the uncon- 

 scionable time I was detained in the custom-house 

 at New York caused me to miss the night mail to 

 Chicago. Things may be different now, but at the 

 time of which I am speaking, the staff of officers 

 in the New York custom-house was altogether in- 

 adequate to the work of examining and passing the 

 baggage of the large number of passengers carried 

 by such a steamship as the " Teutonic " in anything 

 like a reasonable time, and although we got into 

 dock before 6 p. M., it was past ten when I at last 

 got to my hotel. 



As the train drew up to the railway station just 

 outside the little mining town of Red Lodge, I was 

 rejoiced to see Graham standing on the platform 

 awaiting me. He had left the camp outfit and most 

 of the pack ponies at the Sulphur Springs near Cedar 

 Mountain, two days' journey distant, and had come 

 to the railway terminus with two riding horses and 

 two pack animals to carry my baggage. 



That night we slept at an hotel in Red Lodge, 

 and made a start for the mountains on the follow- 

 ing day, October 27, in fine bright frosty weather. 

 The first portion of our journey lay amongst the 

 foot-hills of a spur of the Rocky Mountains, on which 



