Bismarck weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1943, 1892-04-29
THE DEAR
Graphic Description of the Trials of a

Graphic Description of the Trials of a
Party of Hunters in Wyoming.
The following is an extract from
a letter from DR.. Kendrick, who is out
in Montana with Elliot Barnes on a bear
hunt, to a friend in Bismarck:
TWENTY MILES SOUTH OF CoRBEr,
WYOMING, SUNDAY EVENING, April 10,
1892.-Well. here we are, and such a
time as we have had getting here would
make you wish you we're along. "Parrot
and Monkey Time would hardly be
expressive enough. I will relate briefly
a little history of our trip: We started
from Billings two weeks ago next Tues
day and made the short distance of
about six miles. However, as we only got
started after dinner, and found a very
rough and stony road along the Yellow
stone, we hoped to do better next day.
Next morning came, and we got out
early, thinking, surely, we would make
the Gap" (Prior's Cap, about thirty
five miles from Billings, when night over
took us about half way after travelling
all day up grade, over what is known as
the divide. We pitched down a steep
hill and landed right side up with care
at just dark, and had the good for
tune to find just one stick of wood,
six or eight feet long and three or four
inches through, enough to boil our
coffee and keep tie tent warm until
time for bed, which was not very late, I
assure you. We went to bed rejoicing
to think we we're upon the down grade,
and SO could make better time on the
morrow.
Imagine our delight (D on awaken
ing in the morning to find it storming,
and snow heaped and nearly burying
the tent, and such a blizzard that we
couldn't see ten rods from the tent.
Regular old Dakota bowler, and she
continued all day Thursday, until far
into Thursday night. A cold stove,
cold victuals, cold tent, and cold COM
fort for the bear hunters until Friday
morning when the sun came out hot
enough to toast bread. There was no
such thing possible as going further
until the snow was gone, as it was fully
two feet on the level. We began to
wade around a little to see what we
could see, and about a mile from camp
in a coulee we discovered wood, and of
course WI 500 figured out a way to get
some of it; horse-rope-wood.
Suffice it to say, we soon had a fire and
continued to have one whenever we
needed it aftcrward. We we're u,ab u
to leave there until Tuesday and I guess
we shouldn't have been able then had
it not been for a freighter coming along
and we made Negotiations that have
landed us here. Tuesday we got as far
as Pentagu's camp (Crow Indian camp
and mission), and pitched our tent on the
bank of Prior creek for the night. We
received callers until supper was over,
and when the noble redman saw no
more coffee and bread in sight, he was
no longerin sight. They bothered us no
more as we we're away before they were
up in the morning. We had only nicely
started when we had a little more good(?)
luck. Elliott got out to shoot a chicken
and went a few steps ahead of the team
and shot one, the team reared back and
gave a broncho snort and our buggy pole
was in two pieces. Rather a nice condi-
ton ofthings(D thirty miles from Billings
and a Thousand or more miles from cord
wood.