ON TOP OF THE BITTER ROOT RANGE. 



the rainbow, it was not there, as we found 

 after diligent search. The evening of 

 the nth day, we held a council of war, and 

 were inclined to quit, but decided to 

 give the guides one more chance, and on 

 the 13th day we arrived in the Chamber- 

 lain basin, which we were to have reached 

 in 4. We made camp about 4 P. M., and 

 Billy insisted on going out to find some 

 fresh trails to work on in the morning. 

 Night came, but no Billy. In the morning, 

 after we had eaten breakfast, along came 

 Billy, sidling into camp. In answer to 

 questions, he said he had gone farther than 

 he thought, so made a fire and went to 

 sleep. He had not seen any game, but 

 came on a very hot trail in the middle of 

 the night, and when he turned around, the 

 seat of his trousers told the rest. 



We hunted there faithfully 2 days, with- 

 out seeing a hair, and then, as our time was 

 limited, and our spirits down to zero, we 

 started for home. We had many experi- 

 ences, such as a dry camp and no water 

 for 24 hours, but not a sign of game. 

 Finally we reached Grangeville, 3 weeks 

 out, having seen only one deer on the whole 

 trip and a bear cub, tied to a post in one 

 of the back yards of Grangeville. 



I would not have you think from this 

 that there is no game in Idaho. There is 

 plenty of it, but you must get the right 

 guide to take you to it, or at least one who 

 knows the country over which he travels, 

 which our guide did not. Of course we 

 came home much disappointed as to 

 trophies, but we had obtained a wealth of 

 experience. We had had healthy exercise, 

 rough, plain fare, and the climate, which 

 would alone repay for the trip. We had 

 enjoyed the grandeur of the scenery in the 

 mountains, as our horses wound their way 

 along the narrow trail, with the river 

 many hundred feet below, and again as we 

 stood on some peak, and through the clear 

 atmosphere saw ridge after ridge of moun- 

 tains in the far distance, with beautiful 

 lakes nestling down in the valleys. We 

 felt fully repaid. It was with deep regret 

 that we started on our homeward journey. 

 The small animal life, the grouse shooting 

 and the trout fishing, added no small part 

 to our enjoyment; so that after counting 

 up both sides we felt that, after all, we 

 had a good time. As to game, we were no 

 hogs any way, for as members of L. A. S. 

 we can get lots of enjoyment out of a trip 

 without slaughter. 



"Good mawnin', pahson, what kin we 



do foh you?" 



"Oh, I'se jest makin' a pastoral call." 

 "Well, goodness me ! Den I'll go right 



out an' kill a chicken." — Indianapolis 



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