INTER-OCEAN HUNTING TALES 



We finally caught sight of a small bunch 

 of elk at a considerable distance. As they 

 were moving over a crest of a hill it became 

 necessary to travel with speed to get near 

 enough for a shot, if by chance there should 

 be a good head in the bunch. The elk had 

 not seen us, but were moving and might get 

 out of range. Completely exhausted I finally 

 gained the summit of a hill overlooking 

 the herd, which had halted. An old bull 

 stood in the quaking aspens, not over sixty 

 yards away. A glance at the head, and I 

 saw that I had had my pains for nothing. I 

 watched the animals for a few moments, and 

 they seemed to me like old acquaintances, for 

 it had been three years since I last hunted 

 this kind of game. I do not believe they 

 were as pleased to see me as I was to see 

 them. They soon started to run directly from 

 us in the direction of camp, which was quite 

 near. My guide, Edward Sheffield, told me 

 afterward that they came very near, and he 

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