The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-09-20
LEADING ARCAD|AN LIVES.
CAPTAIN GAME AND HIS MEN
IN THE YOSEMITE.
Enjoying the Finest Scenery In the
World and Bagging shepherd
ers Who Violate the Law.

This morning a man named Ed Beck
came to Captain Game, at Camp Wood,
with a tale of woe concerning alleged
ravages of sheepmen on forbidden pas
lures inside the park reserve. To look
into the matter. the cavalry command
er sent forth this afternoon a detail
under Lieutenant Kimball, including
Sergeant Price, Corporal Weatherby,
Privates Barnett, Brattain, Fayle, Gan
non and Dunford, and myself. For the
reason that the trip promises to be as
eventful as any to be taken by the
Utah soldiers, l have begun a diary,
which will be mailed to The Herald as
soon as possible.
Ed Beck and his brother John. with
their father, c. J. Beck, own and Oper
ate the Comstock gold mine, patented
property in the heart Of the park, high
up in the loftiest Sierras in the east
central part of the reserve. All about
the mine are luXuriant meadows of
knee-high grass, and there the sheep
men have been herding their stock this
summer, contrary to regulations. No
one is allowed to carry arms in the
park, but the shepherds all have rifles
and pistols and have taken an occa-
sionai shot at the BeckS for interfering
with their pursuits. 1t is after these
fellows that we started today.
Beck led the way up a picturesque
trail, that wound up a rugged noun
taain east of Wawona to- Chilnualda
falls, where the rushing waters of a.
brisk mountain brooklet of melted
snow collect in bottomless pools.
weather-worn into solid granite, and
then tumble over a perpendicular wall
of rock to a weird grotto 300 feet below.
PICTURESQUE ASPECT.
With our crowd is a pack train of
mules, that helped the picturesque as
pect of the miniature troop as it wound
its tortuous way on up the mountains
east of Chilnualda. Our guide, Archie
Lenord, is along He is one of those
old-time Californians that you some
times read about. Since 1852 he has
lived in this state, and since 1871 has
sojourned in this national park,
where he serves Uncle Sam as guide.
Archie is decidedly interesting and
carries a big heart in his vest.
At Crescent lake, a beautiful sheet
s, 600 feet above the sea, we were
greeted by Robert Welman, an old
man who pastures some stock on pa
tented land there and lives all alone
in the mountains the year round.
Buck Camp is IL miles east of Wa
wona. We sleep here under the pines
tonight near a cabin that was built
many years ago by two men named |
Ruffin and Stockton, from Mariposa
who had a mania for fine |
goats and herded some gilt-edged An |
goras here. Now the place is deserted. |
1t was dark when we started the |
camp fire. Weatherby, Barnett, Brit |
tain and Cannon have charge of the |
pack mules carrying our grub, and ne |
travel more slowly than the |
rest of us. Today they dropped far |
behind. The hours wore on till 10 /
o'clock before we heard them away up |
the mountain among the thick pine |
forest. They had lost the trail
and were wandering aimlessly with the |
mules in the timber, shouting and |
shooting TO attract our attention. Price /
and Beck "hyked' up the mountain af-
ter the boys and escorted them to camp
near midnight. Then, however, one of
The pack mules had bolted off into the
brush and will wander alone all night.
KIMBALL AS A
BAKER.
Lieutenant Kimball manufactured
he bread for tonight's supper. 1t
would astound his Utah friends to see
he lieutenant, his face begrimed and I
lis sleeves. rolled up, with his leggings
IF and exposing the cut of his breaches,
putting to shame the humorous efforts
If 81 Perkins, mixing dough gods for
| pack of famished troopers. But the
bread kneaded by our gallant officer
S good, solid diet, and useful in various
ways. Weatherby has appropriated
what was left of it tonight to use as
ballast in packing his jackaSses tomor-
'ow. The pine blaze fickers and at
|. m. I'm COMPOUNDED sleepy, so here's
pleasant dreams. By the way, though,
t is just four months tonight since we
,rave soldiers first slept at Camp Kent
n the service of Uncle Sam.
A THIRTY MILE RIDE.
Little Granite Meadow, Sept. 49,
Here we roost tonight, after a ride of
0 miles. Made camp here at 4 %. m.
snug little retreat, this; green, with
.ood horse feed, and we'll watered and
Wooded. Trespassing sheep, however,
ave been all over the country here
bouts. Among the dozens of pretty
title lakes that we passed today was
he Chicita San joaquin. Chicita means
mall, and the lake is a veritable beau
y in miniature. Near the lake we put
ut an embryo forest fire. At Jackass
leadows, 20 miles from Buck camp,
re saw some dead sheep and one live
tray. one. Near this same place we
topped a minute to talk to ''Old Man. T.
eng dwelling within % miles of here
lie told US that there are sc, 900 sheep
till in the park. Tonight, Fayle,
.itchie and l tracked a herd of the
'ooly brutes over to the Lower Gran
e meadows, out of, the park, whittier /
hey were driven today by the owners,
no doubtless got wind of our coming.
he boys are snoring taps and riding :
ightmares foaled by the. bread that
rice made for supper.
TWO PRISONERS
Snowy Canyon, Sept. 11.-And now it
egins to grow interesting. 1 am sit
ng up all, night guarding our first
NO prisoners, Portuguese shepherd
rs, brought into camp this evening. !
yer a Economically beautiful, but viz .
tnously hard, trail we travelled from
lie Little Granite. today and reached
lis place at 4 p. NJ. In sight is the
eek mine, and Immediately upon our
rival old man Beck told us of some
.w-hreaking sheepmen, Basco French.