He was staying in a cabin in the pine ridges, taking care of some cattle and he had a quarter of fresh beef hung outside on the corner of the cabin. One night he heard a prowler and thinking it was a coyote, he slipped on his trousers and ran outside to scare it away. As he rounded the corner of the cabin, a huge shadow loped around the next corner. It seemed to be as

large as a small bear or a large mountain lion. George was unarmed and rushed for the cabin door to get a gun. There were some cobble stones in front of the door, and George was barefoot, so he leaped over these on to the threshold, for they hurt his feet. As he went through the door his loose suspenders caught the latch. There was quick action for an instant, for how could he know what dreadful beast had snapped at him out of the dark. George says his scalp rose up, not alone the hair, and he left his suspenders and a few buttons that held them at the door. After that, he said, for all he cared, whatever it was it was welcome to the meat, but that it was probably just as frightened as he, for he heard it no more.

Abundant Wild Life In the days when Harrison was in its swaddling clothes, wild life was very abundant thereabouts. As many as a dozen or fourteen in a pack, the grey wolves roamed through the pine ridges, after sheep, youngcattle or colts, ham-stringing and pulling down yearlings when needing them for fcod. In the Spoon Butte country there was once one of the largest bunches of antelope that ever congregated together, said to have numbered three hundred fifty to four hundred.