CAMP LIFE NEAR THE TETONS 



through the thick timber. The snow had not 

 fallen as yet, and the ground was very dry, 

 which made hunting difficult. It was a wel- 

 come sight one morning to look out of my 

 tent and see the ground covered with snow, 

 and it is, moreover, surprising to notice what 

 a difference it makes in hunting. I had not 

 traveled more than two miles from camp on 

 foot when I heard a long, loud whistle a 

 most pleasing sound. I directed my steps in 

 the direction whence it came, and was re- 

 warded by catching a glimpse of half a dozen 

 elk disappearing through an opening in the 

 timber. They were not going fast, and I 

 do not believe they saw me. 



I followed them as quickly and carefully 

 as I could until I came to the edge of a steep 

 descent, and saw thp bunch in the valley 

 below. In the herd there was a fine bull 

 who seemed proud of his authority, and 

 occasionally whistled and bugled his chal- 

 lenge to any possible rival disposed to dispute 

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