After Wapiti in Wyoming 
on each head, and selecting the finest, fired 
but one shot, and the bull did not go more 
than twenty feet before falling. I think, with 
my repeating-rifle, I could have killed three or 
four more, but I refrained from doing so; in 
fact, I did not kill a cow during the trip. The 
band did not go far; for, while skinning out 
this head, I could hear the bulls call within 
a few hundred yards down the mountain-side. 
I spent two days in the little park at the foot 
of Pinon Mountain, and saw and heard a 
great many elk, in bands of three to thirty, 
but refrained from shooting. Bear signs were 
fairly abundant; but I did not see a single 
live bear then. Later, I saw a fine one inside 
the Yellowstone Park line; and as I had 
promised Captain Harris I would not shoot 
inside the park, I told the bear to move on, 
which he did at a particularly slow pace. 
This was a black bear; possibly a grizzly 
would have been more neighborly. 
I enjoyed one triumph over my men, who, 
with the usual freedom of Westerners, had 
dubbed me ‘Pilgrim ’— Stewart, in particular, 
fancied a man from the East could not teach 
him anything regarding sport. One Sunday 
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