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shot one, sure. We disarmed him and brought him 

 to camp, where venison steak, hot coffee and biscuit 

 soon brought back his reason. But he's all the bet- 

 ter for that. There's many a worse man than the 

 judge in the penitentiary." 



"Begorra, I can't say as much for the doctor," 

 was the judge's sole reply. 



Snow fell all day Sunday and the day was spent in 

 camp. Monday found a fine "tracking" snow on 

 the ground. Dyche was anxious for a hunt, but the 

 other members of the party were anxious to get away 

 from "Lost Park," as the place had been named. 

 The altitude was too high and camp was too hard to 

 find to suit them. As Dyche had brought them into 

 the place it fell to him to get them out. The train 

 was packed and started, the naturalist in the lead. 

 A lion's track in the snow was too great a temptation 

 to resist, and the leader of the cavalcade followed off 

 after the beast. A short distance farther on an elk 

 winded him and started through the woods. The 

 tracks indicated that it was a big bull, and as that 

 was just what he had come for, he took up the 

 new trail. Feeling that the other members of the 

 party would understand his purpose when they saw 

 his tracks crossing those of the elk, he started to 

 hunt it Indian fashion, as he had been taught in 

 the swamps at the Lake of the Woods. Taking up 

 a line about two hundred yards to the leeward, 

 Dyche slipped along through the woods towards 

 a point where he was confident the animal would 

 cross to the other side of the canon. Going carefully 

 to the bottom of the canon, he went towards the trail 



