WHERE THE TRAIL ENDS. 



COPYRIGHT 1902, BY L. A, HUFFMAN. 



and between and around the 2 the bad- 

 lands are grand beyond compare. Com- 

 ing up from the South, the divide between 

 Big Dry creek and the Missouri river val- 

 lay rolls up smooth, gradual, grassy, 

 and almost without a landmark. When 

 you reach its summit and gaze off toward 

 the North, you see at your feet a 5-mile 

 stretch of smoothly rolling tableland 

 covered with rich grasses a foot high. 

 Then it breaks all to pieces. Down go 

 coulees, gulches and canyons, jump after 

 jump, in rapid succession, until the level 



mesas are 'hacked into ragged and awful 

 chasms hundreds of feet deep. Between 

 these stand the sharp, high points of the 

 mesas, like gigantic wedges of land which 

 have split Nature asunder. 



On the way up, a messenger came post 

 haste after us, having ridden day and night. 

 Jim, Huffman and I were all married men, 

 and fathers ; and it was minutes before 

 any of us had the courage to ask "Calico 

 Charley" which of us was the one. Finally 

 he said : 



"It's you, Jim ! Maggie's awful bad. 



COPYRIGHT, 1901, BY L. A. HUFFMAN 



MAX SIEBER, WOLF HUNTER; HIS DUG-OUT STOREHOUSE AND HIS VISITORS. 



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