American Big-Game Hunting 



safely back from our trip, to return to the as- 

 sistance of the admiral, whose ship was on 

 the way to Halifax. On inspecting Lana- 

 han's list of supplies, we found that he had 

 boueht a orood-sized stove and an assortment 

 of delicacies such as I am sure never started 

 for Jackson's Hole before. There were oys- 

 ters put up in various ways, tins of cauli- 

 flower, peas, all the fruits of the Occident, and 

 numerous exotic preserves which we had 

 never heard of. The array looked too great 

 for our eight horses to carry, and when we 

 started next day this proved to be the fact. 



Lanahan was a big burly fellow with a 

 most repulsive countenance and with great 

 powers of conversation. He had lived so 

 long in the West that he had lost the man- 

 ner of speech of his native isle, except when 

 excited or frightened, and he regaled us the 

 evening before starting with thrilling tales of 

 his personal exploits with Indians and wild 

 beasts. He professed to have passed years 

 as the confidential scout of Howard, Custer, 

 and Crook, and the last named owed the 

 fame he had attained as an Indian-fighter to 

 his implicit adherence to Lanahan's advice on 



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