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ourselves on a large flat rock and ate 

 our lunch and talked over the whys 

 and ifs of the luck we had just had. 

 We could not imagine how they had 

 winded danger. Finally deciding they 

 had heard us and started back up the 

 trail, we followed them. When 



nearly two-thirds of the way up the 

 bank, an elk calf jumped from under a 

 sage bush and with a whistle started 

 down the hill. Here's where the 

 trouble lay. We had looked but not 

 long enough to discover an old cow 

 which was lying a short distance from 

 her calf. He was a pretty little fellow 

 and after looking at us for a moment 

 disappeared in the brush. We then 

 went on for some distance when an 

 elk cow was sighted across rhe ravine, 

 high up on the opposite bank. I was 

 some distance away and Bill went 

 across. Soon, hearing him shoot, I 

 saw about 50 elk run out of a small 

 bunch of pines and start up the side of 

 a steep hill. Feeling certain my 

 pard had killed one, as he was an ex- 

 cellent shot, I hurried down and cross- 

 ing the creek joined him and soon 

 found he had his horse mired in a bog 

 close to the edge of the timber and 

 had made a clean miss of it. We 

 found this bunch had made straight 

 up the side of the Mt. Lyda and so 

 gave up the chase. We were then a 

 long ways from home and as Bill's 

 ranch was much nearer we went to 

 his place and arrived there about dark. 

 Being very tired, after eating supper, 

 we retired, intending to try it over on 

 our way home. 



Morning came before I hardly real- 

 ized it and we again saddled up and 

 were soon hitting the trail for Cedar 

 Mountains. We passed through the 



Hole-in-the-wall and soon sighted two 

 elk in a small grove, but they had 

 winded us and we did not follow. 

 Passing on to the Buffalo River we 

 looked the slope over for any game 

 that might be in the willows along its 

 bank. I soon heard Bill shoot and 

 on going back found he had killed a 

 fine yearling buck black-tail deer. 

 We dressed it and ate our dinner after 

 which we started for home. Crossing 

 Buffalo Bench several antelope could 

 be seen and before we had crossed had 

 added two fine specimens to our sup- 

 ply of meat. Arrived home early in 

 the evening not entirely satisfied with 

 our hunt, but I felt as if I had had as 

 fine a time as if I had killed several 

 elk. They will soon be coming down 

 off the high points and can then be 

 easily captured. 

 Aug. I, 1895. 



Nathan L. Davis, 

 Jackson's Hole, Wyo. 



Collecting Eggs of the Golden 

 Eagle. 



While spending a winter in the Black 

 Hills two years ago, the writer had an 

 adventure which might prove of in- 

 terest to those interested in ornitholo- 

 gy and its branches. 



A cattle man from the foot hill 

 country near Hermosa chanctd to 



come into the bank at H • City one 



day in March, and while giving us 

 some bits of news from that region 

 incidentally told us of an eagle's nest 

 that he had passed on his way up to 

 our "camp." He went on to say that 

 the eagles had nested on a certain cliff 

 for some years, and that, owing to the 

 almost inaccesgibility of their eyrie, 

 had never been molested. Having 



