290 ADVENTURES OF DR. ALLEN. 



all ran back after our horses and followed the running elk. 

 They hurriedly fell, rolled and tumbled down the mountain. 

 The trail was torn to atoms and the old rotten trees in their 

 way were smashed and felled. It was absolutely the steep- 

 est trail I ever took a pony over. Cal made a crosscut on the 

 band, intercepted them and got shots at two, both of which 

 he hit. Woods gave chase to a large bull which he 

 wounded. 



Finally the band crossed the headwaters of the main 

 Ten Sleep and started through a windfall. No horse could 

 follow them there, so Cal left the trail and started for camp. 

 We followed on Cal's trail and came to the spot where he 

 had killed a fine black-tail deer. I warned the boys that we 

 were now on a trail that they would long remember. We 

 made a fair start, but had to dismount and drive our horses. 

 Several times I thought they would break their necks by 

 falling. I will not try to describe this trip, but merely say 

 it was even worse than we had found it on the day before. 

 We reached camp about nine o'clock and found Cal getting 

 supper. 



Early on the next morning, Fender, who was an old 

 hunter and a fine shot, started with me after the cow elk 

 with two ponies. We resolved to bring it in whole on a 

 travoise, but for fear we might not succeed in this at- 

 tempt, we took my 4x5 Hawkeye camera along, in order 

 to at least get a photograph. When we neared the spot, our 

 dog saw something run across a park and followed after it, 

 but soon came back with his tail down. We saw by the size 

 of its track that it was a huge mountain lion. I was afraid 

 the elk had been torn to pieces, but the lion had only com- 

 menced to sample the kidney fat when we disturbed him. 



While we pulled the cow down the hill, the magpies and 

 the camp-robbers flew in every direction, seeking by their 



