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near the two carcases in the hope that they might 

 be visited by a grizzly bear, or that I might see 

 another moose coming down or up the valley. 



We first visited the carcase of the very old 

 bull on which I had left my camera two days 

 previously. This we found quite safe, but we 

 saw no sign of either bears, wolverines or 

 wolves having been near the spot. On reach- 

 ing the carcase of the big bull I first took a 

 few photographs of it, with Louis holding the 

 great antlers in several positions. Then we 

 cut as much meat as we could from the skull, 

 and after Louis had slung it on a pole over his 

 shoulders and started back to camp with it, I 

 was left to pass the time by myself until he 

 returned the following day. 



The skull and horns of the moose that Louis 

 was carrying must have weighed nearly one 

 hundred pounds when quite fresh, and as the 

 country between the valley in which it was 

 shot and our camp was very rough and 

 mountainous, with swamps in all the hollows, I 

 did not think he would be able to take it right 

 into camp the same day. However, he did, and 



