American Big-Game Hunting 



into a trot, crossed a small piece of thin tim- 

 ber, slowed down to a walk, crossed the open 

 park, and, occasionally stopping to look back, 

 finally disappeared up the mountain-side. 

 The bull was a magnificent specimen, with a 

 head royal, twelve good points, and remark- 

 ably even and symmetrical. I killed other 

 bulls with more points, but none which was 

 in all respects so perfect as this. 



The next night I camped within two hun- 

 dred yards of this elk, and was awakened by 

 hearing some large animal feeding on his 

 carcass; but the night was dark, and as I was 

 without any light but firebrands, I did not 

 make the attempt to see if it was a grizzly — 

 which the next day proved it to have been. I 

 asked my packer if he wanted to go and inter- 

 view the visitor; he said he had not lost any 

 grizzlies, and we concluded that our blankets 

 were more comfortable than the unknown 

 quantity of a grizzly in the dark. 



The next day, on Pifion Mountain, hearing 

 several bulls call from the same place, I 

 stalked the band and counted thirty-odd 

 head, with five bulls in sight, all within eighty 

 yards. With my glass I counted the points 

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