INTER-OCEAN HUNTING TALES 



with him a few moments and carefully study- 

 ing the position, I came to the conclusion that 

 he was right. We observed that at the other 

 end we could find an easy way to descend. 

 That meant a rather long and disagreeable 

 walk on the serrated ridge, attended with con- 

 siderable danger, or a still more unpleasant 

 experience if I should attempt to crawl on 

 hands and knees for greater safety. Like 

 a couple of tomcat serenaders promenading 

 on the top of a brick wall liberally strewn 

 with broken bottles, We crawled to the far 

 end of the ridge, where, with some difficulty, 

 we descended. We returned to camp with no 

 better luck than securing a snowshoe rabbit, 

 which I shot through the head. 



For some days I conscientiously hunted, but 

 found it difficult to come close enough to get a 

 good shot at deer. I saw quite a number 

 bounding away far out of range, often stop- 

 ping at a safe distance to observe our move- 

 ments. For lack of better sport, I occas- 



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