INTER-OCEAN HUNTING TALES 



zero at night, yet it often grew warm enough 

 during the day to thaw, but it was dry, light 

 atmosphere and always bracing. Every night 

 for a brief interval we were treated to a 

 serenade from the coyotes, a ridiculous, wild 

 and unearthly chant, which became a positive 

 nuisance when the dogs undertook an accom- 

 paniment right at our ears. Occasionally a 

 bull elk, feeding during the full of the moon, 

 would cause the cold atmosphere to vibrate 

 with his shrill whistle as he loped past the 

 camp. In all other respects we were entirely 

 alone for the twenty-two days I stayed in 

 camp except one, when the game warden 

 dropped in to look at my license, and after 

 a brief stay took his departure. How dif- 

 ferent this was from most of the hunting in 

 the East, where the number of sportsmen 

 has become so great as to render the pastime 

 almost as dangerous for the hunter as it is 

 for game. Particularly is this the case when 

 "green sportsmen" persist in shooting at any- 

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