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July, 1920 
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waters. After such a sleep, one does not 
waken with a feeling of drowsiness and 
sluggishness. In an instant, complete 
consciousness returns and, as one draws 
in deep breaths of pure air, rich in 
oxygen, he is stimulated with such en- 
ergy and vitality as cannot be felt in a 
low country. And such a day as greeted 
us! The air was so clear that one could 
see for a hundred miles. Soon the fire 
was kindled for breakfast; the coffee 
and ham exhaled an aroma delightful to 
the nostrils. Ours was no orange, toast, 
and coffee breakfast; but oatmeal, a gen- 
erous slice of ham, boiled potatoes, 
bread, butter, jam, and coffee. There 
was no lack of appetite; no necessity 
for a tonic. We ate our breakfast, not 
as a matter of custom but because we 
were hungry. The joy of breakfasting 
is for the man who lives in the open air. 
After breakfast we drove down the 
valley of the Snake River, crossing 
Arizona, Pacific, and Puritan creeks on 
the way. We went slowly that we might 
enjoy the scenery, and talk over inci- 
dents of former trips with a pack train 
along the same route. To the west, 
towered Mount Moran and the three Te- 
tons. Well have they been named the 
Alps of America. We talked of the men 
who had ascended the Grand Teton and 
what they found on the summit; we dis- 
cussed events in the life of Davy Jack- 
son, for whom Jackson Hole is named, 
and the old classic of the West by Wash- 
ington Irving entitled, “The Adventures 
of Captain Bonneville.” 
We made occasional stops to photo- 
graph some scene that was especially 
admired; we observed many elk tracks 
in the road and across the mud flat lead- 
ing to Jackson Lake; we got out of the 
car to get a specimen of beaver cutting; 
thus, in various ways we made the most 
of an enjoyable morning. 
In the afternoon we reached the 
ranch of Charles M. Neil, with whom we 
had hunted some years previously. He 
had no idea that we were in the West. 
Neil and his wife were on the porch. 
“Why, if there isn’t Mr. Blair and Mr. 
Bannon!” exclaimed Mrs. Neil. “What 
are you talking about?” replied Neil. 
“They aren’t in the country.” But once 
convinced that we were in Jackson 
Hole, they gave us a warm welcome. 
Our tent was soon pitched below the 
road in a little grove of quaking aspen, 
the beds spread out, and the stove put 
up. Though we were prepared to cook 
our own meals, Mrs. Neil would listen 
to nothing of the kind, and insisted that 
we eat at her table. Has it ever oc- 
curred to the reader that any woman, 
who can cook at all really excels in pre- 
paring some certain food? Some women 
bake better biscuit than others; some 
make the most delicious corn bread; 
others surpass in frying spring chicken. 
To he sure, this may all be delightful 
imagination. At least every housewife 
will say so. But no one can make me 
believe that another woman lives who 
can make better pancakes than can Mrs. 
Charles M. Neil. 
Neil, on his ranch, has only pure-bred, 
polled, roan Durhams. He takes just 
pride in his herd ; and I saw no stock in 
the West superior to his in high class 
breeding. He furthermore has a stock 
of store-goods that reminds one of a 
small edition of a department store. It 
contains about everything that a ranch- 
man requires. Neil’s credit system is 
worthy of investigation by city mer- 
chants. “Credit usually comes to the 
store in an automobile,” says Neil, “but 
old cash comes on foot, on horseback, by 
sled, or by wagon.” 
T HE season for hunting elk in Wyom- 
ing this year opened October first. 
About that time the dudes bound 
for the game fields began to make their 
appearance. Each was out to get the 
head of a bull elk. Blair and I were out' 
to get a fat cow; for it was good meat 
that we wanted rather than a trophy. 
One dude, whom we met, had suffered 
such a severe loss that his “spirits” were 
very low. Somewhere between the Mis- 
sissippi River and Jackson Hole, six 
quarts of ancient Bourbon had been ex- 
tracted from his outfit. As travelers 
ought to leave their precious possessions 
in a safety vault at home, I wasted no 
sympathy upon this dude. Still, I re- 
gretted that he did not have something 
that might have been wasted upon me. 
Shortly after October first we ob- 
tained a large fat cow elk, which was 
promptly quartered and dressed. With 
our outfit and the elk packed in and 
around the motor car, we started upon 
the return to Montana. This time we 
went slowly, because the car bore a very 
heavy load, and the roads, in places, were 
deep in mud. 
Between Buffalo Fork and the Yellow- 
stone National Park, the road was good 
for the most part, though occasional 
stretches required very slow travel be- 
cause very heavy. At the south en- 
trance to the Park, we purchased a sup- 
ply of gasoline, at sixty cents per gal- 
lon. This was the highest price we paid. 
Gasoline usually ranged in price from 
thirty-five to forty cents per gallon, 
according to the distance of the supply 
station from the railroad. The muddy 
roads, and the heavy load, caused the 
motor to consume fuel unusually fast. We 
estimated the weight of our load to be 
at least twelve hundred pounds. The 
roads through the Park from the souti 
entrance to Lewis Lake were very bad. 
From there, they were at least fair, and 
at places very good. 
Our trip through the Park was most 
enjoyable. Of course, we encountered 
considerable snow at the high altitudes; 
but as tourists had long since left the 
Park, we saw many game animals. Two 
large porcupines waddled slowly along 
the road ahead of the car; and as we 
rounded a turn at Yellowstone Lake, 
there were six cow elk, one calf, one 
large twelve point bull, and one small * 
bull standing in the road. A large flock 
of wild geese that were feeding in a little 
arm of the Lake did not take flight 
until we were quite close upon them. 
We camped for the night alongside 
Canyon road, near the natural bridge. 
Throughout the region the vapors aris- 
ing from the many warm springs into 
the freezing air produced a dense fog. 
We slept beneath the sheltering boughs 
of t v e friendly evergreens, and I took 
