ON THE NEZ PERCES TRAIL. 



WESTLEY JONES. 

 Photos by the Author. 



An article recently published in Recrea- 

 tion, "Hunting for a Place to Hunt," by 

 H. H. Todd, in which the author relates 

 some of the experiences of himself and 

 party in Central Idaho in 1899, was par- 

 ticularly interesting to me and has prompt- 

 ed me to tell the story of a recent trip 

 over the Nez Perces trail, in the expecta- 



ing to Adams camp and leading our sad- 

 dle animals. We halted at White Bird to 

 feed the horses and take our lunch, and 

 were engaged in that pleasant task when 

 the wind storm mentioned by Mr. Todd in 

 his article swept over that section with 

 the suddenness, swiftness and destructive 

 power of a cyclone. The section is heav- 



PACK TRAIN. 



tion that it may be of interest and value 

 to some of the many readers of Recrea- 

 tion. 



Mr. Francis E. Young, of San Fran- 

 cisco, and I, en route to Concord, Buffalo 

 Hump, Idaho, to inspect some mining 

 properties in which we are interested, met 

 and made the acquaintance of Messrs. 

 Todd and Moses soon after leaving Chi- 

 cago, and made the railroad, steamer and 

 stage journey with them to great and 

 growing Grangeville, where we were all 

 put up at the Jersey House, of which the 

 genial George K. Reed is proprietor. Mr. 

 Young and I started for the Hump, driv- 



ily timbered with pine, and the trees, large 

 and small, were lashed, twisted, smashed 

 and mowed down by the score. Like most 

 sudden and violent atmospheric disturb- 

 ances, this one was of short duration, and 

 the weather soon became calm and clear 

 again. Not so the Florence road, across 

 which many trees had fallen which had to 

 be cut out before we could proceed. Had 

 we been on the road when the storm 

 struck, instead of lunching at White Bird, 

 we could scarcely have escaped destruction 

 by the falling trees. 



We reached Adams camp that evening, 

 and the next morning, well mounted, we 



