Memories of a Bear Hunter 



at three hundred yards distance. On my way home 

 I killed a large doe at a hundred and fifty yards. 

 I saw two elk tracks. Cornelius, who had returned 

 before me, had killed an old doe and had crossed 

 the trail of a large band of elk forty or fifty, he 

 thought that had passed through our hunting 

 grounds the day before. One of the deer that he 

 had killed before had been eaten by some large 

 animal. 



November 10 was mild again, and the snow 

 too noisy for hunting. I found deer very scarce, 

 and believed that they must have left. I saw but 

 one and got that at long range. On my return to 

 camp I found John had come back with the horses. 

 On his way home on the 4th he was lost in a snow- 

 storm and lay out all night. 



Now that we had the horses, we packed into 

 camp the game that we had killed, and Cornelius 

 killed another large buck. On the following day 

 the work of bringing in the game continued. I 

 went hunting in the morning, but saw only four 

 deer, and reached camp on my return just before 

 one of the fiercest snowstorms I ever experienced. 

 The wind blew fiercely, and the snow fell fast, 

 while the thermometer went down to 5 degrees 

 below zero at 7 P. M. The next day it was still 

 colder, 1 6 degrees below, but windless. We packed 



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