All had an opportunity to hunt. The
wagons and troops moved slowly along toward the next camp while the
hunters rode off in twos and threes. Each hunter was rewarded with
abundant success.
Lawrence Jerome met with the only mishap. He was riding Buckskin Joe,
which I had lent him, and, dismounting to get a steady shot,
thoughtlessly let go of the bridle.
The horse decided to do a little hunting on his own account. When last
seen that day he was ahead of the buffaloes, and gaining, while his
late rider was left to his own reflections. Three days later Joe,
saddled and bridled, turned up at Fort McPherson.
We pitched our camp for the night in a charming spot on the bank of
Beaver Creek. The game was so abundant that we remained there the next
day. This stopping-place was called Camp Cody, in honor of the reader's
humble servant. The next day was spent in hunting jack-rabbits,
coyotes, elk, antelope, and wild turkeys.
That we had a splendid dinner may be seen from the following
BILL OF FARE
Soup
Buffalo Tail
Fish
Broiled Cisco; Fried Dace
Entrees
Salmi of Prairie Dog; Stewed Rabbit; Filet of Buffalo aux
Champignons
Vegetables
Sweet Potatoes, Mashed Potatoes, Green Peas
Dessert
Tapioca Pudding
Wines
Champagne Frappe, Champagne au Naturel, Claret, Whisky, Brandy, Ale
Coffee
I considered this a fairly good meal for a hunting party.
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