The McCook tribune., 1897-08-27
TRAMPS.

Atlantic City, Wyoming, August 10th,
1897. To the Editor of THE TRIBUNE.
Dear sir: The merry party composed of,
R. B. Archibald, E. c. Quereau, c. H.
Quereau, H. NJ. Tyler, S. M. Cochran,
L. w. Mcconnell and J. NJ. Trammell,
left McCook for the gold fields in Wyom-
ing; all went we'll until they reached the
station, Rock Springs on the U. P. R. R.,
the end of the journey by rail, here they
were met by your correspondent who
gave them a welcome and hastily pro-
ceeded to harness the team and hitch to
the National Park Wagon No. 2; few
in the wagon and all aboard was said and
we headed for the mountains. s p. III.
We start for 4-mile ranch All went we'll
with but few complaints about the long
miles and would we ever get there. 1870
a. NJ We are in camp, the bed is spread
and all night caps are adjusted. 2
O'Clock and all are asleep; all's quiet for
the night. $50 a. N. and breakfast is
called by Ward, cook No. I, and also by
Trammel1, cook No. g. 6 a. IN. We are
on the road again for Drums, 2I miles
distant; we must make this point as this
is the nearest watering place. 1880 P. N.
We are III camp al Drums for dinner. 2:3o
p m. We are on the road again for Pacific
Creek crossing, our next stop for the
night. Seven sage chickens have been
killed on our journey this afternoon
p. NJ. We are in camp for the night.
Cook No. has prepared the chickens
and cooked them for supper. Supper
over and all take a smoke and COM
ment on the events of the day and the
mountains, which lay just to the north
of us. Sp. NJ. The bed is spread on the
sand and all being tired have lain down
to rest for the night. Night caps are all
adjusted once more and all's we'll. Yes.
the coyote echoed back the chorus "all's
we'll" The sleepers were quiet and all
went well until a a. M, when Mr.. Tyler
arose from his would-be nights rest with
a complaint to enter at headquarters
Cook No. (TrammelD has disturbed
Johnny's (Tyler's) slumbers by his
"quiet" breathing, and Johnny was
heard to exclaim, "Charlie did you
ever hear fog horn? Just listen, my!
my! Tll go and get some sage brush
and build a fire, I can't sleep" a. m.
was called by cook No. 2. 6
a. m. All was loaded and on the road
again. The Sweet Water crossing is our
next camp for dinner; all went we'll until
near 10 a. M, when Mr.. Tyler being
weary not having had very good night
had fallen asleep and was happy for time
being. But one sudden jolt of the wagon
awoke him, he began to look for his lit
tie gun. Boys. where's my gun? he was
soon seen looking the back track, for it
was no Joke by this time, for he had |
lost,yes actually lost, his little gun; pas
sing team had found his little gun, and |
he returns happy man once more. 10
N. In camp on the Sweet Water. Archi- |
bald, Tyler, Quereau and Mcconnell have |
gone trout fishing; we will bring back
some trout for dinner, boys, and away
they go. p. m. The boys have returned
not having even a bite. Boys,we tell you
there are no trout in the Sweet Water.
Yet notwithstanding all this the Sweet
Water has been stocked and trout is
very plentiful. p. III. On the road
again, our next stop is on the Dunbar
Meadows at National Park Hotel, g miles
distant. 6p. III. In camp at National
Park Hotel. No serious complaint except
the long miles; oh, what long miles! A
few days will be spent looking over the
mines, and then we go to the
New Fork to hunt and fish. More anon. |
c. A. WARD.