The Glacier reporter. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1953-current, 1958-11-13

We hit the foothills Of the main
ridge of the Rockies, also the
eastern edge of Glacier National
Park. The grass here was much
grcencr. The aspcns were lovely
and that wonderful. cool water in
the South Fork of Cut Bank
creek. one of the prettiest streams
anyone could hope to find.
We stopped for about an hour
had lunch of a can of sardines.
Brownie laid in the cool water of
the creek. Blanche said she was
going to. but l don't recall any
grand splash she made. except
10 throw the remains of a cup
of water she was drinking. back
into the creek.
The next five miles we're really
Gods country. with flowers. plen.
~ of grass. aspcns and pines. The
road wound up and around over
a small ridge. then down into the
prcttiest valley. the North Fork
Of Cut Bank creek.
When We came to the bridge at
Cut Bank creek. We turned off
the road and drove up the stream
about one hundred yards into the
aspens and scattered pines. We
picked out nice. level place
among the trees. Here" I said,
we arc going to stay a week.
Just rest and fish"
Blanche added. If the weather
stays like this. | don't know
where We could find a better or
pretticr place" Brownie sure
thought that was a wonderful
place after being in the car all
day. With all those trees. a nice
cold mountain stream and lots
Of thick green grass. he could
smell. roll. run and sharpen his
claws 10 his hearts content.
by now We had come to be ex.
pcrienccd campers. so in no time
We had our umbrella tent up. bed
inside and made. gasoline stove
set up. and q dandy meal in the
process OF being served. There
are many good cooks In the coun.
try. and lots of them are no doubt
as good as Blanche: but. l am
here to tell you there aren't many
that are any better.
CHAPTER II
Just as We were ready to eat
| heard Brownie rushing down
towards the creek barking VIC
lcntly. | stepped out of the ten,
and heard someone talking to the
dog as he came toward nc. After
the dog got a good smell of tho
man. he seemed to think he was
q. Il. for he came up to the tent
wagging his tail in front of tho
fellow as much to say. Boss. he
is all right. Ill vouch for him.
The man broke the ice by say
ing. Hello there"
l answered. Hello"
lie said. Il thought at frs,
your dog was going TO cat me
up"
"ieh. you got to watch tina,
hound. for he's real tough"
The stranger walked up and
said. Il was coming down the
creek and saw your tent. and
thought Id stop for q minute. Ny
name is Jim Fisher" lie pu,
out his hand. Il live over on the
mex, creek TO the south. I've beer
up above here to see about some
beaver and am on my way home.
We talked a few minutes. The
man seemed TO be- we'll educated
part Indian and very well vcrscd
about the surrounding country
As he was stranger. and our
grocery supply was not too heavy
I was hcsiiant at first to ask him
to cat. Bu, the smell Of hot beans
and fried eggs was coming out Of
the tent. So. l bowed to my carly
training. always TO feed a stran
ger II he looks hungry. for he
may bciricnd you sometime. and
asked him IL he cared to have O
bite with us.
lie said. Yes. II sure would
be good. as l am a little hungry
and about six miles from home
After dinner We sat outside
and talked for a long time. Fisher
told US. among other things. that
this was the home Of the Picgan
Indians his tribe" The Black
feet Indian Nation consisted Of
several tribes: the Bloods. on q