ad before
him; but even that palls upon the eye when the journey is protracted
from early morn until midnight, and the traveler is cramped up in an
uncomfortable position upon the driver's box. Under such circumstances,
after a time, there is but little compensation for the trials and
fatigues of a journey such as Manning had just completed when he arrived
at Bozeman on the night before. The road through which they had come led
them through a country so varied in its grand and imposing beauty,
towering rocks and fertile valleys, winding streams and gentle
elevations, that for a time fatigue was forgotten in the enjoyment of
the scenes about him, and it was not until the journey had been
completed that he realized how utterly wearied and tired out he was. His
limbs were sore and stiffened from his cramped position, and being
unable to sleep at all on the journey, he was completely exhausted when
he sought his couch at the hotel at Bozeman. Being of a strong and
healthy physique, however, and upheld by an ambition to succeed in the
mission he had undertaken, Manning arose in the morning, and after a
refreshing bath and an excellent breakfast, was quite rested and fully
prepared to continue his efforts.

Bozeman, unlike the other towns which he had passed through upon his
journey, was remotely situated as yet from railroad communication, and
yet in spite of that fact was a busy and well-populated little town. It
is the county seat of Gallatin county, and contained at this time
several pretentious stores, a hotel, a national bank, and a goodly
number of substantial dwellings. As may naturally be inferred, there was
the usual complement of saloons, in which drinking and gambling were
indulged in without license, and with no fear of restraint from the
prohibitory influences of the law.

Failing to find any trace of Thomas Duncan, or "Tom Moore," at the
hotel, Manning began his usual systematic tour of these houses of public
entertainment. House after house was visited, and the day waned without
his making the slightest discovery that would avail him at all in his
pursuit. At length, however, as night was falling, he encountered a
saloon-keeper, who in answer to his inquiries gruffly informed him, that
a person answering Duncan's description and mounted upon a pony
resembling his, had stopped in his saloon a few days before, and had
gone away in the direction of the Yellowstone Park.

This was rather disappointing intellige