THE HELENA INDEPENDENT — JUNE 07, 1890
A VERMONT VERDANT. ♢ He Joins a Party in Colorado In a Snow Snake Hunt.
MANITOU, Colo., June 6.—He was from Vermont and had not been long in Manitou before he succeeded in making many friends and acquaintances, most of whom regarded him as a first rate fellow in every respect. But there may be a few, who may be termed a mellow minority, who, by a different algebraic system, were well nigh sure that he was a tenderfoot. Yesterday the question was put to a test and settled for all time.
“Say, Robinson,” began one of an invading party of six. “You are somewhat of a sport, ain’t you? but I'll wager the drinks you never caught a snow snake in your life.”
“Snow snakes! Never so much as heard of them.”
“Then you ought to make one of our party. We are going up the peak this evening to hunt up a few. You see the reptiles only come out at night, so we tackle the sport after dark.”
Robinson expressed his approval and soon a thing resembling a barrel with both ends knocked out was secured and a gauzy substance extended across one of the extremities. A coal oil lamp was also brought into requisition and the joyous party set out after the novel sport. On the way up the hill the method of securing the reptiles was explained to Robinson.
“You see this machine? Well, it is laid on the ground, so, the open end towards the top of the hill. At the other end we
