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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, | 
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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