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sages stuffed with liver, and marrow bones. Pauses }2is7.G°r 
were made between the courses. Our appetite was For 
all that could be desired. Whoever had seen us in 
civilized life give such substantial demonstrations of 
appetite as we did, would have set us down for a band 
of hungry wolves or gluttons. But here the whole 
thing seemed quite natural. 
After we had feasted and rested for about four 
hours, we moved on again, to promote digestion, and 
covered about eight miles, going along the river. 
“Indians!” suddenly exclaimed our leader. We lis- 
tened, and heard to one side Indian speech. We ap- 
proached carefully, and found a little party, consist- 
ing of Captain Walker, whom we had met at the 
rendezvous, and some trappers and Indians, who had 
come here some days ago to get dried meat. Captain 
Walker is an original among mountain loafers. He 
has roamed through the mountains, chiefly on his own 
hook, in all directions, and has made a side trip to 
California. He has taken such a fancy to this life 
that it is unlikely that he ever returns to civilization. 
We found him with pipe in mouth, and clad with 
nothing but a blanket, for which he excused himself 
to us, because his shirt was in the wash. He had suf- 
ficient fresh buffalo meat, and invited us to the rib of 
a fat cow. We heard, too, that great numbers of buf- 
falo herds were before us, and that we would suffer 
no further want. The next morning we left the Cap- 
tain’s party and went over hilly prairie to Savory’s 
Fork, a branch of the Little Snake River. On the 
