OUTING AT TWO-OCEAN PASS 



noting with apprehension the lowering clouds 

 that were beginning to darken the sky. The 

 indications of a storm which would cover the 

 ground with snow were not welcome now, as 

 much as I had desired it previously. Fresh 

 snow would conceal the tracks and destroy the 

 scent on the ground. If that should happen, 

 I had small expectation of securing my trophy. 

 The next morning the guide looked into my 

 tent, and said that everything was covered 

 with snow. I immediately went out to see 

 for myself. There, sure enough, it lay several 

 inches deep. It covered the trees, bending the 

 branches under their weight and transform- 

 ing, as if by magic, the rugged landscape into 

 a fairyland. It was beautiful but it was 

 disappointing. 



After breakfast we set out, taking one of 

 the dogs with us. When we reached the spot 

 where the elk had been shot the keen-scented 

 dog began to sniff the tops of the sag'e brush 

 which stood about two feet high. We fol- 

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