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FOREST AND STREAM 
burdens and trying our tempers, our outfit was 
complete. 
The Indians, Jim and David, were in bad 
shape, and but for the fact that Jim’s squaw 
-rode between the two and held them on the 
ponies, I fear we would never have gotten the 
outfit away from Lillooet. Creekwah carried 
Ibis like the old warrior he was, but afterward 
I understood, for anyone who can stand strong 
iram’s meat as he did, never could be affected by 
“Square Face.” 
We progressed slowly until we reached Bridge 
River Indian Reservation, where we made a 
short stop, during which I tried to get several 
snapshots of the Indians without success, but 
finally an old squaw being very curious became 
less cautious and was looking earnestly at Pop 
when I snapped her. She immediately cursed 
me out in English and Indian and started to 
stone me. 
We finally got under way again, leaving be¬ 
hind Jim’s squaw, who lived at the Reservation, 
and Creekwah with David who said they would 
follow later. 
Manson and Uebe led the procession, then 
came the pack horses and Jim, who had a stran¬ 
gle hold on his saddle, while Pop and I pro¬ 
tected the rear. Pop was greatly disturbed. “It’s 
the same old game, those Indians won’t show up 
and I’ll have to drive these ■—■ pack horses, just 
as I did last year,” was his lament. ■ 
We proceeded in this fashion for probably 
three hours when suddenly Creekwah appeared 
and said, “David him come” and pointed back. 
As the trail followed the side of the mountain 
which was all twists and turns, we could look 
back for several miles. 
There was David, swaying from side to side 
with his cayuse on a dead run, the reins loose 
on his neck. The trail was about twelve inches 
wide, with a drop on the outside of fully two 
thousand feet, but nothing happened. 
About six o’clock we reached the Black Hill 
Ranch, some 20 miles from Lillooet, where we 
put up for the night. The next morning we were 
up and packed bright and early. The Indians 
were all in first class shape, and I must say that 
was all the trouble we had with them on the 
entire trip. They were a good willing lot of men 
and splendid hunters. 
Manson told us they were accustomed to take 
a week between trips for a good time, and as 
they had only two days in our case, they hadn’t 
been able to finish up. 
Toward evening of our third day out we 
camped on French Bar creek, and had the ex¬ 
treme pleasure of seeing a band of sheep on 
the mountains opposite the camp, consisting of 
nine ewes and three rams. This sight did cer¬ 
tainly start our enthusiasm, and we turned in 
that night wfth all sorts of thoughts of the 
morrow and satisfied that the next day would 
surely see a ram in camp. 
As we turned in Manson suggested that we 
would have to make an early start, but when 
Creekwah got us up at 12.30 A. M. we objected, 
though he claimed it was five o’clock by the 
stairs, and wasn’t really convinced even when 
we showed him a watch. 
Manson located the band of sheep which had 
shifted during the night, and shortly after day¬ 
light we started. My day with Jim consisted 
of climbing up the mountain, then down, then 
up another, etc., all day, without seeing any 
game until on our return to camp we almost 
walked into a bunch of nine sheep, but no large 
rams were among them. At camp we found 
a nice ram which had been shot by Pop, who 
had been hunting with David, while Uebe with 
Manson had seen nothing shootable. 
This being my first hunt for the Big Horn, I 
can assure you that I was just then beginning 
to realize what it meant to secure such a trophy, 
for it seemed as though every bone and muscle 
in me was sore and lame forever. If I could 
have foreseen what we were going to climb later, 
which we did with comparative ease, I am afraid 
to think of what the consequences might have 
been. 
Our next two days were spent in camp loafing, 
owing to weather conditions making it impossi¬ 
ble to get into the mountains; the rest just put 
us on edge and ready for the fray. 
During this time the Indians regaled us with 
the tale of how all ills could readily be cured 
by taking a “sweat bath,” which consisted of 
building a frame hut of sticks and covering it 
with blankets, heating a pile of rocks and plac¬ 
ing them in the hut, whereupon they crawled in 
pouring water on the stones which started up 
steam. 
After being in the hut until they were well 
steamed out, they ran and plunged into the stream 
which was but little above the freezing point. 
Needless to say, we did not try out their “sweat 
bath.” 
As the first rays of light appeared on the 
third morning of our French Bar creek camp, 
Uebe and Pop started off with David and Jim. 
while Manson and I hiked up stream for the top 
of some mountains that looked good. Upon 
reaching the top, we followed a large ram’s track 
along the rim for possibly a mile, when, without 
warning, on our right a bunch of seven large 
rams seemed to come out of the ground and 
were on top speed. Seeing a big one in the 
blurred mass I shot, the ram dropping from the 
bunch started for the rim and I fired again, 
this time killing him, but his speed carried him 
over the edge and with a crash he disappeared 
down the mountain. There was a clattering of 
stone and then Manson and I went over also 
with the slide rock coming down along with us 
and down we went until we brought up with the 
dead ram, possibly seven hundred feet. When 
I got alongside of that ram I began to appre¬ 
ciate the trophy I had secured, as the base dia¬ 
meter of the horns measured 15% inches, while 
the sweep was 37% inches, which Manson in¬ 
formed me is well up with the largest British 
Columbia heads. We reached camp at 3.30 P. M., 
a mighty happy and contented pair. Uebe 
strolled in later without having seen anything, 
while Pop came in after dark having seen a 
good sized ram some 500 yards away, at which 
he shot. Needless to say, he missed, as the 
ram was on the run. 
There was great rejoicing in camp that evening, 
and I know I turned in with a most contented 
feeling, and had a bully night’s rest. 
The next day was consumed in an exploring 
expedition consisting of Uebe and Pop with 
Manson, and upon their return, I was informed 
that we were to break camp in the morning 
for Lone Cabin creek, where they had seen a 
big bunch of sheep. 
While packing up next morning six ewes 
walked leisurely down the mountain side, coming 
almost into camp, which greatly excited Manson 
and the Indians, and when they were told by a 
rancher, we saw shortly after starting, that he 
had seen a large ram going up the mountain 
toward the ewes, it almost ended in a riot for 
returning to our old camp, but they finally 
quieted down and the outfit proceeded up the 
Fraser along a winding trail through some of 
the finest scenic effects we had yet seen. 
Our first camp on Lone Cabin creek was not 
a successful one, for although we saw quite 
some deer no sheep were seen. But Pop, as our 
meat getter, brought in a nice fat buck. 
Plenty of climbing and tramping was begin¬ 
ning to show its effect in a shrinkage of the 
waist band and a toughening of the muscles, all 
of which was greatly appreciated in the days 
to come. 
After one day at this camp we packed up and 
