CHAPTER II. 



THE PRAIRIE WOLF AND THE ROCKY MOUNTAIN 

 SHEEP. 



I CONTINUED hunting in the neighborhood of the South 

 Pass the region in which game of all kinds was abundant, 

 and where my solitary life was occasionally relieved by a 

 meeting with hunters or emigrants. The only Indians I 

 cared to avoid were the Arapahoes and Blackfeet. Strag- 

 gling parties of those tribes occasionally appeared in close 

 proximity to me, but I always contrived to conceal my- 

 self, so as to escape their notice. Most of the tribes were 

 friendly to the white hunters, and with many of the chiefs 

 I had an acquaintance intimate enough to insure me 

 against attack. I was known among them as a good 

 hunter, and was always sure of a welcome at their lodges. 



My daily expeditions were enlivened with many adven- 

 tures and some occurrences not altogether agreeable. 

 One day I shot a deer, and as I was about to butcher it, 

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