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with darker nose and redder head and legs than 

 the former, but not so dark as the latter. Hunt- 

 ers in the White Mountain region — cattlemen, 

 sheepmen, Indians armed with modern repeat- 

 ing rifles — have played sad havoc with these 

 elk, but it was said a band of them still inhabited 

 the region. 



I wished to ascertain whether any in fact sur- 

 vived, and, if so, how many, and to gather some 

 estimate of the ranges still open to them, both 

 for winter and summer feeding. While elk 

 formerly roamed over the Mogollon Mesa, as 

 well as here, I was well aware that the Mogol- 

 lon Mesa elk had either migrated or all been 

 killed, and that if any remained in Arizona they 

 were to be found in the White Mountains. We 

 were now coming upon magnificent ranges, in 

 perhaps the finest and most admirably adapted 

 country for elk on the continent — wild, secluded, 

 and beyond the probability of settlement for a 

 long while to come, and had high hopes that 

 some indication of the presence of elk might be 

 observed. 



Two days after leaving Pinetop we turned 

 into a gulch through which flows the head 

 waters of the west fork of the White River, 

 and here pitched our tent. We were now well 

 up in the mountains, at an altitude of more than 



