ROCKY MOUNTAINS AND WESTERN CATTLE LAND. Ill 



last being far away towards Colorado. My first ex- 

 pedition was mainly a ladies' camp for the purpose of 

 fishing in the Mallory, a small mountain tributary of 

 Green Eiver. Strange to say, in the North Platte, 

 which flows past the doors of numerous ranches, are 

 found no trout whatever, although it appears to 

 possess every requisite for a trout stream. But as 

 soon as the divide is crossed, one can be sure of 

 finding trout. Farther north trout are found in the 

 streams on the Atlantic side, as well as on the 

 Pacific side of the divide, but here only on the latter. 

 This being the case, we of course went westward 

 for our fishing. Our party consisted of two ladies, 

 two " girls," "Will" (one of the "boys"), " Frank" 

 (the general manager of a well-known cattle com- 

 pany), and myself; and the " outfit" consisted of 

 three four-wheel buggies, and about nine horses. 



In our excursion we camped the first night near the 

 divide. Next day Frank described to me the position 

 of the fishing ground, which was to be reached that 

 evening, and I started off alone, upon a salmon- 

 coloured brancho or mustang named Pete, to try and 

 kill an antelope, not intending to lose sight of the 

 outfit if I could help it. 



The country became more wooded as I proceeded, 

 the mountains being on the left, and interminable 

 plains on the right, stretching in terraces as far as the 

 eye could reach, beyond the Union Pacific Eailway, 

 now fifty miles away. Herds of antelopes scoured 

 across the plains out of shot of my rifle. 



