A Mountain Fraud 
killed a large amount of game had we de- 
sired. There were a great many antelope 
out on the prairie, and every morning we 
could see some in the park. I once aroused 
the curiosity of a solitary buck to the point 
of coming up within thirty yards of me by 
concealing myself in the sage-brush and 
waving about my wide-brimmed hat on the 
end of my rifle. We found antelope liver the 
choicest delicacy to be had in the Rockies, 
and this fact perhaps led us to kill one or two 
more of these graceful and interesting crea- 
tures than we should otherwise have done. 
It was hardly late enough for the bull 
elk to come down from the high ranges to 
join the cows and calves. Two large bands 
of these ranged between us and Jackson’s 
Lake, about fourteen miles north. We could 
have shot some of these almost daily, but one 
of the men, contrary to our orders, having 
gone out and killed two calves soon after our 
arrival, Hanna and I agreed, after he had 
shot one cow, not to fire at anything except 
bulls, and we were guiltless of the blood of 
any more elk during our stay. One day, near 
Jackson’s Lake, Harrington and I came toa 
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