OUTING AT TWO-OCEAN PASS 



elk. The old bulls, it would seem, after a 

 time are driven off by the younger bulls, 

 which in turn take charge of the herds of 

 cow elk. The conversation was suddenly in- 

 terrupted, for on a knoll about 300 yards 

 distant, we saw two fine bulls all by them- 

 selves. To dismount and take aim with my 

 Mauser after gauging the space, was a matter 

 of a few seconds. The furthest of the two bulls 

 was a stately monarch, and he had a set of 

 antlers which tempted me as much as a crown 

 could have tempted Caesar. The first shot 

 fortunately took effect behind the shoulders 

 and made him sag on his knees, but he im- 

 mediately recovered and started to run. The 

 next shot was over him, and, before I could 

 fire again, the other bull ran in between and 

 blanketed him, receiving the ball. They 

 stood for several seconds in that position, 

 while two more messengers of death sang a 

 doleful dirge on their errand of destruction, 

 and they disappeared over the hill. 

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