A Day with the Elk 
struggled up and went stumbling along. 
There was no need of another shot. He 
was nearly spent, and my only thought was 
to get him as near camp as possible. For- 
getting all about the danger of going too 
near a wounded elk, I was close at his 
quarter, hurling sticks and stones at him to 
drive him home, as one would an ox. The 
hill was steep; my second shot had broken 
his shoulder; he pitched rather than walked 
down the slope; and finally fell forward ina 
heap and breathed his last. 
He was not the monster I had lost, but 
he was a grand big one; as big as any we 
had killed on that trip. I had what I wanted 
at last, and having marked well the spot 
where he lay, I heaved a sigh of satisfaction 
and started for camp. 
In half an hour I was stowing away a well- 
earned supper, and fighting my battle over 
again for the benefit of all who chose to 
listen. About nine o’clock I went back with 
two packers and a horse to where my prize 
lay stiff and cold. By the light of a roaring 
fire we cut him up, and then, loading the 
horse with what we wanted, we left the re- 
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