A Day with the Elk 
of doing useless harm.. Up and over the 
ridge and into the timber he went, and I saw 
him no more. It was all over in a moment; 
then I remembered the young bull I had shot, 
and went and sat down by him. I expressed 
my profound regret for what had occurred, 
and explained how it had all happened. His 
grandpapa should have shown himself a mo- 
ment sooner, or at least should have had the 
decency to separate himself from the ladies 
when running away. And then, having per- 
formed the necessary rites, I left him where 
he lay, and started for camp to get a packer 
and a horse. 
My way lay over the very ridge the elk 
had crossed in their flight. Thinking that I 
might get another chance at the big fellow, I 
went carefully along, keeping a sharp look- 
out ahead. For about an hour I kept on 
through the woods. It was getting dark fast, 
but I was very-near home, and could see the 
great park on the edge of which our camp 
lay. As I walked, I could hear from time 
to time the whistling of bulls on all sides; 
some far off, and some seemingly quite near 
at hand. In crossing a large open patch of 
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