so that it is not likely to be discovered by Indians at a distance.
We having about a thousand pounds of stores to cache, it was no small job.
On the morning of the third day in this camp, we all started out to kill some game for Juan to take back home. Mr. Hughes started out in one direction and Uncle Kit and I in the opposite. We had gone but a short distance, when, looking across a canyon, I saw a herd of some kind of animals and asked Uncle Kit what they were. He told me they were bison, and complimented me on having such good eyes.
Bison, by the way, is the distinctive name in that region for mountain buffalo, all buffalo belonging to the bison family.
We then started on a round-about way to try and get in gunshot of the herd, in which we were successful. When we had got in gunshot of them and he had pointed out the one for me to shoot at, he said:
"Now take a rest on that big rock, and when I count three, pull the trigger, and bq sure that you break its neck."
The guns went off so near together that I turned and asked Uncle Kit why he didn't shoot, too, for I did not chink that he had fired; but as soon as the smoke from our guns had cleared away, I saw two bison kicking their last.
After dressing the animals we returned to camp and learned that Mr. Hughes had killed two deer, which, with the two bisons, were enough to load the pack-horses.
We were now in the extreme south end of South
