At about four o’clock P.M., we arrived at Mitchell’s Fork of the Medicine, having traveled thirty-five miles during that day, and there we went into camp—­calling it Camp Jack Hayes, in honor of Lieutenant Hayes.

On the next morning, the 25th, we moved out of camp at eight o’clock.  The party was very successful through the day in securing game, Hecksher, Fitzhugh, Livingston and Lieutenant Hayes; and in fact all did good shooting.

Lawrence Jerome persuaded me to let him ride Buckskin Joe, the best buffalo horse in the whole outfit, and on his back he did wonders among the buffaloes.  Leonard Jerome, Bennett and Rogers also were very successful in buffalo hunting.

Our camp of this night was named Camp Asch to commemorate our surgeon, Dr. Asch.  The evening was pleasantly spent around the camp fires in relating the adventures of the day.

Upon crossing the Republican river on the morning of the 26th, we came upon an immense number of buffaloes scattered over the country in every direction, as far as the eye could reach and all had an opportunity to do as much hunting as they wished.  The wagons and troops moved slowly along in the direction of the next camp, while the hunters went off separately, or by twos and threes, in different directions, and all were rewarded with abundant success.  Lawrence Jerome, however, had his career suddenly checked.  He had dismounted to make a steady and careful shot, and thoughtlessly let go of the bridle.  The buffalo failing to take a tumble, as he ought to have done, started off at a lively gait, followed by Buckskin Joe—­the horse being determined to do some hunting on his own account—­the last seen of him, he was a little ahead of the buffalo, and gaining slightly, leaving his late rider to his own reflections and the prospect of a tramp; his desolate condition was soon discovered and another horse warranted not to run under any provocation, was sent to him.  It maybe stated here that three days afterwards, as I subsequently learned, Buckskin Joe, all saddled and bridled, turned up at Fort McPherson.

We pitched our tents for the night in a charming spot on the bank of Beaver Creek.  The game was so abundant that we remained there one day.  This stopping place was called.  Camp Cody, in honor of the reader’s humble servant.

The next day was spent in hunting jack-rabbits, coyotes, elks, antelopes and wild turkeys.  We had a splendid dinner as will be seen from the following: 

BILL OF FARE.

SOUP. 
Buffalo Tail.

FISH. 
Cisco broiled, fried Dace.

ENTREES. 
Salmi of Prairie Dog, Stewed Rabbit, Fillet of Buffalo,
Aux Champignons.

ROAST.
Elk, Antelope, Black-tailed Deer, Wild Turkey.

BROILED.
Teal, Mallard, Antelope Chops, Buffalo-Calf Steaks,
Young Wild Turkey.

VEGETABLES. 
Sweet Potatoes, Mashed Potatoes, Green Peas.

DESSERT. 
Tapioca Pudding.