The weekly tribune. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1891-1894, 1893-11-03
LOST IN THE FOG.
A Guide and Three Hunter. Take the
Wrong Road and Return to Their
Starting Point.

Starting Point.
Last Saturday afternoon a party OF
mighty hunters engaged a guide to take
them to Grassy lake, about twenty-five
miles northwest of Great Falls. to shoot
ducks and geese. The party consisted
Of three hunters and the guide, and be-
fore starting they supplied themselves
bountifully with ammunition, provis-
ions, ETC., and left the city in a two-horse
rig feeling confident that they would re-
turn with game enough to supply the
market. About dark a heavy fog set
tleu down on the bench lands and in the
| valleys, and it became very difficult for
the experienced guide to point out the
way for the team to go, but he was full
Of confidence and kept going right
ahead. When about ten miles north Of
the fair grounds a halt was called by the
mighty nimrods and a council of war
held. but the guides opinion prevailed
as he assured them that he knew every
foot of the ground they were travelling
over and that the lake was only a short
distance ahead. Confidence was restored
and on went the team toward the scene
of conflict and strife. They had not
gone very far before the guide became
uneasy in his seat and on being asked
what the matter was informed the hunt
ers that he guessed he mad taken the
wrong road and would land them at
Benton lake which he would do in a
short time if they would let him alone.
The hunters knew nothing about this
lake and insisted that he take them to
Grassy lake where game vas plenty. Ac-
cordingly the heads Of the team were
turned in another direction to strike
the Grassy lake road which the guide
said he would soon hit and then it would
be clear sailing to the field of carnage.
This assurance quoted the hunters and
on, on went the spanking team in search
of the right road, and thicker and thick
er became the fog. After a drive of
about fifteen miles dim lights in the dis
lance were observed through the fog, but
on went the team under the guiding
hands of the Jehu guide, when 10 and
behold, there suddenly appeared as the
team reached the top of the bench no
less than twenty electric lights casting
their brilliant rays through the dense
fog. Another halt was called and after
a short consultation and a thorough X
animation of the surrounding country,
they decided to go down the hill to the
low lands and see what was there. They |
were lost and they knew it. "Where are
we att" was the question prepounded by
each hunter, but they were not long in
finding out. The fog was lifting from
the valley and when lney reached II
they discovered that they we're at the
end of the Fifteenth street bridge
and that it was after 3 o'clock in the
morning. What will we do now, boys,'
said the guide. DO" said one of the
hunters, why. we'll dump you into the
river as 500 as we get on the bridge"
Curses loud and deep could be heard for
several squares as the guide and hunters
drove across the bridge and across
lots to the livery barn where each man
grabbed his own hunting traps and pro-
visions and made hasty tracks to their
respective sleeping rooms. The guide
has kept in the back ground ever since
and the hunters are mum.