mbfounded. Each of us kept searching
and researching and knowing all the while we would find nothing. Mr.
Struble is a most cheerful individual, and, as Mrs. O'Shaughnessy
says, "is a mighty good fellow even if he _is_ Dutch." "The Indians
have stolen us out," he said, "but after all they have left us our
tents and harness, all our meat, and the road home; so what matter if
we _are_ a little inconvenienced as to grub? Haynes may cry for sugar,
but that won't hurt the rest any. I'll saddle and ride over to
Scotty's and get enough to last us out."

We knew the Kavanaughs could not help us any, but we grew cheerful in
anticipating help from Scotty, who was from Green River and was camped
a few miles away. We wanted Mr. Struble to wait until morning, but he
said no, it would make breakfast late; so he rode off in the dark. At
two o'clock this morning he came in almost frozen, with two small cans
of milk and two yeast cakes. As soon as it was light enough to see,
the men were at work loading the game and breaking camp. As they are
ready now to take down this tent, I will have to finish this letter
somewhere else.

X

THE TOOTH-HUNTERS

AT SORENSON'S CABIN
ON GREEN RIVER.

Well, we're here, warmed and fed and in much better trim bodily and
mentally. We had mishap after mishap coming. First the Hutton horse,
being a bronco, had to act up when he was hitched up. We had almost
more game than we could haul, but at last we got started, after the
bronco had reared and pitched as much as he wanted to. There are a
great many springs,--one every few feet in these mountains,--and the
snow hid the pitfalls and made the ground soft, so that the wheels cut
in and pulling was hard. Then, too, our horses had had nothing to eat
for two days, the snow being so deep they couldn't get at the grass,
hobbled as they were.

We had got perhaps a mile from camp when the leading wagon, with four
horses driven by Mr. Haynes, suddenly stopped. The wheels had sunk
into the soft banks of a small, ditch-like spring branch. Mr. Stewart
had to stay on our wagon to hold the bronco, but all the rest, even
Mrs. O'Shaughnessy, gathered around and tried to help. They hitched on
a snap team, but not a trace tightened. They didn't want to unload the
game in the snow. The men lifted and pried on the wheels. Still the
horses wouldn't budge.

Mr. Haynes is no disciple of Job, but he trie