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RECREA TION. 



I forget the feeling that came over me when 

 first I saw their snowy summits. Their 

 height is nearly 15,000 feet and glaciers are 

 found among them. On the left was a low 

 range of wooded mountains and at our feet 

 lay Jackson's lake, similar to Shoshone 

 lake, but larger and dotted with a number 

 of small islands. This valley is the famous 

 Jackson's Hole. 



It snowed on us all the way, on October 

 16th, to our next camping place. We saw 

 ducks and geese a number of times, and 

 finally I saw my first band of game animals, 

 a bunch of antelope, about 16 in num- 

 ber and running at full speed. Night found 

 us camped on the East bank of Pacific 

 creek. 



The next morning we found we had a 

 very raw, disagreeable wind to face, with 

 flurries of snow included. We traveled 

 about 6 miles, when we came to a cabin, the 

 home of a rancher. We sat by the fire and 

 were made so welcome by the owner, who 

 begged us to remain until after the storm, 

 that we concluded to do so. During the 

 day he said I was the first woman ever on 

 that ranch. I must have been the only one 

 his dog ever saw, for when we rode up to 

 the house, the dog came out to meet us, but 

 when I alighted he took one good look at 

 me, gave a yelp, dropped his tail and made 

 off, and during the entire stay I failed to get 

 him near me. The cats ran out of the house, 

 too, when I went in and the chickens scur- 

 ried away in haste when I went to the barn- 

 yard. 



As it was still snowing the next morning, 

 we stayed through the day, but on October 

 19th, the clouds were rising and disappear- 

 ing when we arose. We prepared to move 

 on in spite of the earnest solicitations of 

 our host to remain. Our ride led directly 

 over the hills, and the farther we went the 

 less snow we found. Antelope were around 

 us everywhere all day long. Just at this 

 season they were traveling Southward to 

 their winter homes. In going over a hill 

 we suddenly came on a bunch and startled 

 them so they ran directly in front of the 

 horses thus giving us a fine view. We did 

 not shoot at them for we had meat enough. 



The only regret I felt was that we were 

 leaving the Tetons without having a view 

 of their tops in a clear sky; for by night 

 they were out of sight. We camped on a 

 small creek where placer mining had been 

 tried. The gold-pans, sluice-boxes, and 

 lumber were lying around promiscuously, 

 showing they had long been deserted. 



The morning of October 20th, was beau- 

 tiful, clear, yes and cold. Just across the 

 creek from us was a huge red hill and the 

 sun seemed to fairly set it ablaze. The first 

 thing I saw in looking at it was a band of 

 antelope moving along on the narrow 

 trail. We saw a solitary man with a pack 

 train in the distance during the day, the first 

 human being for 2 days. Toward even- 



ing we came to a high ridge and saw a 

 bunch of antelope on the opposite one. 

 They saw us in an instant and stopped to 

 look; then one came on ahead. He would 

 run some distance, then stop and look, then 

 run on again until finally concluding the 

 coast was clear he uttered a peculiar whistle 

 and the whole bunch followed. 



That night we camped on the site of an 

 old Indian camp and utilized their tepee 

 poles for firewood. 



October 21. — We struck out boldly across 

 the range this morning. The divide was 

 low and there are game trails clear across. 

 I took the lead and after a little difficulty 

 we arrived in the valley below, on Green 

 river. Antelope were still with us, every- 

 where, in bunches of from 2 up to hun- 

 dreds. We were nearing our destination, 

 and felt we were almost home when camp 

 was made that night. 



When we arose on the 17th day of our 

 trip, it was with the expectation of reaching 

 our destination that afternoon. A low 

 range was to be crossed and on going over 

 we had an exciting race. My husband 

 started to rope an antelope that had its left 

 leg broken. Although on a good horse, he 

 could not get near enough the antelope to 

 throw the rope. At a small rise another an- 

 telope ran in between them, and the 

 wounded one got into a thicket. 



We saw quite a number of cattle on this 

 divide and when across it, had another an- 

 telope race. I started in it, but it was harder 

 riding than I liked. I stayed with the pack- 

 horses while the hunter and hunted disap- 

 peared from view. The antelope made good 

 its escape. Soon after, we began to see 

 some civilization and by 2 o'clock were at 

 the Cora post office. 



We spent several days looking around, 

 riding over the country and found we had 

 reached a game-range indeed. Elk, deer, 

 antelope, bear, mountain sheep, and moose 

 were here, besides trout in millions, and 

 feathered game. Then we concluded we 

 would go up to the mountains again and 

 camp until our goods arrived. 



We had been in camp but a few days 

 when, on November 2d, my husband had a 

 terrible encounter with a grizzly bear which 

 nearly cost him his life. He was taken to 

 the nearest house where he could be cared 

 for, and it was 2 months before he could 

 leave with safety. 



In January we moved to our home. It is 

 said that sometimes too great happiness is 

 only a forerunner of sorrow and so it was 

 in this case. My husband's hand and eye 

 had to have medical attention, so in March 

 we went to Salt Lake City for the necessary 

 treatment; but he fully recovered from his 

 fight with the grizzly, barring a missing 

 thumb, a stiff hand and a sadly scarred face. 

 We now have as cosy a little home — " Wil- 

 lowglen," on the East side of the Wind 

 River range — as can be found anywhere. 



