IN THE HELL CREEK BADLANDS. 



WILLIA*M T. H0RNADAY. 



We returned from that trip October 26, 

 1901, and the farther I get from it, the 

 grander it looms; but I would be willing 

 to give up the half of all it was to me, and 

 did for me, if I could make it possible for 

 every man who calls me "friend" to have 

 one just like it. 



I am willing to sketch the outline of that 

 trip, not because of the record we made, for 

 we made none, but for the sake of impart- 

 ing a lesson to others situated as I was 

 last September. It is not a tale of exploit, 

 and blood ; far from it. 



also a few mountain sheep and antelope ; 

 but, happily, both these species are now 

 protected for 10 years, and not to be killed 

 by honest men. 



Someway, it always makes me feel about 

 10 years younger to start West over the 

 Northern Pacific. From Bismarck to 

 Seattle, every foot of the line possesses 

 the charm and romantic interest that at- 

 taches to travel in a new world. Had I 

 the space to spare, I could give that road 

 a fervid and sincere free advertisement. 

 Every time I ride up the Yellowstone val- 



THE BADLANDS OF HELL CREEK. 



Looking Northeast to the Missouri River from Panorama Point. 



COPYRIGHT 1902, BY L. A, HUFFMAN. 



Having at last reached a point where my 

 brain had become dead to the world, there 

 was only one thing to do — take a rough- 

 and-tumble hunting trip in the wildest 

 West to be found. We decided that it 

 should be a badlands trip, and one of no 

 common sort. 



My old buffalo-hunting comrade, Jim 

 McNaney, had told me that in the Hell 

 creek country — "the worst badlands in all 

 Montana" — there were mule deer in fair 

 numbers, and scenery to burn. There were 



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ley and over the Rockies, it seems to me 

 that my friends need to be told about it 

 all, and sent over the line. At Billings 

 Mrs. Hornaday once camped on the rear 

 platform, and I had to drag her into the 

 car, by main strength, to keep her from 

 freezing. 



The head of Hell creek is about 120 

 miles Northwest of Miles City, and 14 

 miles from its source it flows into the 

 Missouri. By a strange juxtaposition, 

 Snow creek runs a close parallel, Westward, 



