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In the evening, just before dinner, the hunters who had gone oft' the 

 day before on our left flank, over in the direction of Hell Roaring Creek, 

 returned with buffalo* elk, deer, and antelope. They saw a herd of about 

 one hundred and forty buffalo and killed four. 



On the morning of August 27, under the direction of our new guide, 

 we crossed to the north side of Clark's Fork and began the ascent of 

 the Bear Tooth Range. This was long, but gradual, and quite feasible 

 for a wagon-road, so far as grade is concerned. The only difficulties 

 which presented themselves during the day were bodies of densely- 

 growing timber at one or two places. However, we got through these 

 without much delay, and .about twelve o'clock encamped immediately 

 under a very prominent land mark, called on the map Red Butte. The 

 camp was beautiful, and was named Camp Gregory, after Colonel Greg- 

 ory, of my staff. The country traveled over was open and grassy, bunch 

 and gama grasses predominating. Distance marched, 13 miles : alti- 

 tude of camp, 0,400 feet. From our camp this day we were high enough 

 to obtain a complete view of the whole Rocky Mountain Range for sev- 

 eral hundred miles, with its snow-capped peaks and massive beds of 

 snow, drifted in places to a depth of 40 or 50 feet in the craters and 

 summit ravines. Several lakes, large and small, were in plain view 

 beneath us on the lower levels. 



Next day, August 28. we resumed our march at 8.15 a. in., passing 

 along the border of one of these summit lakes, very deep, and a mile 

 and a half or two miles in diameter. The edge of the lake, having a 

 small margin of mud, was very much tracked up by grizzly bear, elk, 

 and deer. We continued eastward, still ascending, and crossed numer- 

 ous beds of perpetual snow, solid enough to permit our horses and pack 

 ^ train to traverse them without breaking through. At about 11 a. m. 

 Ave reached the summit level of our trail. We were here far above the 

 timber line, and although our pathway was covered with spring flowers, 

 the grasses were coarse and unnntritious. The view to the eastward 

 Hd\^ us the high, snow-clad range of the Bin Horn Mountains, with 

 Pryor-s Mountain Range lying intermediate. The view from this high 

 altitude was grand, extending in every direction to the limit of vision 

 from good field-glasses. We had now reached the headwaters of the 

 Little and the Big Rocky, streams that enter into the main fork of 

 Clark's River, well down toward its mouth. Our progress was down a 

 natural divide between Little and Big Rocky, until we arrived at the 

 edge of the canon, whence there was an abrupt descent to the plain 

 below, distant from us about nine miles. At first I thought of sending 

 the escort ahead to break and remove obstructions from the trail, but 

 soon discovered that the men would consume too much time in trying 

 to make too good a trail ; that it was best to take the advance down 

 the mountain and let the escort follow. We all got down safely ; one 

 mule only fell from the trail and caught in the top of a tree growing up 

 from a point below. Unharmed, and with his pack on, we cut him out 









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