A Mountain Fraud 



rifled that many of its former occupants were 

 still buzzing angrily about. 



After pleasant days spent at this camp, we 

 packed up and started north to go through the 

 Yellowstone Park. As we were passing out 

 of Jackson's Hole, we looked back and had a 

 superb view of the great valley with the Snake 

 River winding through it, the bare ranges of 

 the Gros Ventre Mountains, and the tower- 

 ing snow-capped rocky peaks of the Tetons 

 — a wonderful picture. 



The day after leaving Marymere ranch, 

 we saw, as we were making camp, three In- 

 dians watching us from a distant hill. Lana- 

 han's consternation was extreme, and he de- 

 clared that we must take turns watching 

 through the night. As nobody paid much 

 attention to him, except to encourage his go- 

 ing personally, he loaded his rifle, put on his 

 cartridge-belt full of ammunition, and started 

 out after supper ostensibly to guard us, but 

 we felt sure to conceal himself somewhere in 

 safety from the impending attack, which would 

 have been welcome if it had bereaved us of 

 him. Next morning he intimated that the 

 savages had been prowling about, and that 



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