Elk were feeding.  I told the men that we would hitch our horses and then crawl down the ravine, and I thought we could get a few of them before they could get away from us.  All the men were as anxious to get the game as I was.  I took the lead, and when we got down to the valley the Elk were only a short distance from us.  I said, “Now wait until they feed opposite us, and then they will not be over fifty yards from us, and as I am to the right I will take the leader and each man in rotation as they come to him.  In doing this way we will be sure to each get an Elk as not two of us will fire at the same animal, and if they are not too far from us after we have fired our rifles, let us pull our pistols and try to get some more.”

When the Elk had got near enough to us, I gave the word to fire, and down came twelve Elk cows, and then we went for them with our pistols, and we got five calves, and so we knew we had plenty of meat to supply the camp for a day or two.

I sent one of the men back to meet the train and to tell Jim what we had done, and told him to send all the help he could so we could get the meat to the train as quickly as possible, and the rest of us commenced to skin the animals.  In a short time there were forty or fifty men there, and it did not take long to finish the job, and we had the meat on the way to the wagons.  About the time we had got the meat all dressed, several ladies came with sacks in their hands.  I asked them what part of the animal they wanted.  They said they wanted the livers and the hearts.  This was a new idea to me.  I asked them what they were going to do with them.  One of the women said, “We want you and Mr. Bridger to take supper with us tonight, and we will show you what we have done with them then.”

In a short time we had the meat to the train and each family had their share.  Jim said he did not think he had lost over twenty-five minutes time in waiting for that meat.

The train proceeded on now without any more stops towards the place where we were to camp that night at the sink of the Humboldt.  We reached the camping ground quite a little while before sundown, and we certainly had selected an ideal place to camp.  A beautiful pearling stream of water, plenty of wood and any amount of grass met our eyes as we came to the place to stop.  In a few minutes we had the stock out to grass and the women were busy cooking supper.  Jim and I took a walk down towards the Sink, and as we were coming back we had got near the wagons when a couple of girls came to meet us and said, “We want you two to come and eat supper with us.  Our two families got supper together tonight.”  Jim said, “Have you got something good to eat?”

One said, “You may just bet we have; we have got Elk roasted and fried Elk calf and fried liver.  Isn’t that something good?”

Jim said it sounded good and we would go and see for ourselves.

When we got to the tent Jim said, “These girls told us that you had invited us to eat supper with you; that you had some stewed dog, and as that is our favorite dish we thought we would accept the invitation.”