American Big-Game Hunting 
we were on the homeward journey from one 
of my hunts. I had ridden on ahead of the 
pack-train, and was just coming to the edge 
of the timber when I saw the white spots 
of several antelope feeding in the sage-brush 
just beyond. Tumbling off my horse, I crept 
along until as near as I deemed safe, when 
I stood up behind the trunk of a tree and, 
pointing my camera through an opening, 
made a noise to attract the attention of the 
antelope. They lifted their heads, and with a 
quick snap I had captured them. They re- 
mained motionless, and turning my roll to get 
another film, I found I had used the last one. 
With careful and slow development, I obtained 
a fair negative. I had judged the distance to 
be seventy-five yards, and the focus showed 
that I was nearly correct. 
My most successful attempt at elk was 
made the year following, when, after two 
weeks of stormy, bad weather, during which 
I had seen abundance of game, but had had 
no chance to photograph, I started off, with a 
pack-animal and one man, to make a quiet 
camp ten miles away, where I knew there 
were plenty of elk. When we had gone as 
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