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down in some water to take his mud-bath. 
While this was going on I began to slide 
down the hill, watching for his reappearance, 
when to my surprise and disgust I suddenly 
saw the head and horns of an elk that was 
lying down one hundred yards to my right 
and almost on a level with me. I did not 
want to disturb him, with a chance of start- 
ling all the other elk in the neighborhood 
before I had a chance to photograph them, 
and so decided to try and get a photograph 
of his head and horns. With my man 
George following at my heels, I finally crept 
up behind a low spruce-tree about seventy- 
five feet from his highness. I knew from 
experience, however, that his head and 
horns would be almost undistinguishable on 
the negative against the surrounding objects. 
Getting my camera ready, and leaning out 
from behind the bush, I told George to 
whistle so that the elk would get up. To my 
great surprise, he turned his head in our 
direction and, without rising, gave vent to a 
shrill blast of defiance or annoyance, as it 
seemed. After repeating these tactics sev- 
eral times, and finally shouting at him, only 
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