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first bottom of

first bottom of the river. Wishing to avoid, if possible, intersecting the western trail south of dodge, the next morning i left the herd to follow up, and rode into camp supply before noon. Lovell had sighted me a mile distant, and after a drink at the sutlers bar, we strolled aside for a few minutes chat. Once i had informed him of the locality of the herd and their condition, he cautioned me not to let my business be known while in the post. After refreshing the inner man, my employer secured a horse and started with me on my return. As soon as the flag over supply faded out of sight in our rear, we turned to the friendly shade of the timber on the north fork and dismounted. I felt that the