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Early Monday morning all hands started for the front to see 

 what it had killed. Sure enough on arriving there they found 

 that the bate had been disturbed, and the gun discharged. 

 There were a few tracks of a bear still visible, but owing to a 

 heavy rain having fallen in the meantime, the trail could not 

 be followed. 



Allen took a seat in a tree near the elk carcass, and before 

 he had been there half an hour, heard the familiar "oh-woh, 

 oh-woh " of a black bear, and looking up the hill saw one 

 coming directly toward him. He waited until it came within 

 about twenty yards, when he fired, the ball striking just in 

 the sticking place, ranging upward and breaking the spine. 

 Bruin never smiled again. When returning in the afternoon 

 the grizzly that had fallen a victim to Sawyer's set gun the 

 night before, was found. He was a very large one, was shot 

 through the paunch and lay within one liundred yards of 

 where the gun was set. 



Wednesday the 27th all hands went up the same canyon 

 again and found plenty of fresh elk signs. Sawyer soon got 

 sight of a cow about two hundred yards away, running across 

 him. He fired when she turned, and ran the other way. 

 He fired again and knocked her down, but she got up at 

 once, ran again and was soon out of sight. We tried to trail 

 her by the blood, but could not find her. In a few minutes 

 we heard Mike put in seven shots in rapid succession, and 

 then shout. We went to him and found he had killed a fine 

 cow. We dressed her, hung the hide, tallow and most of the 

 meat up in a tree, and went to camp. 



The time had now arrived for us to close the present cam- 

 paign, and on the morrow, after collecting the meat, hides, 

 etc., and bringing them in, we broke camp and started home. 

 And thus endeth the narrative of our three weeks of " Rust- 

 lings in the Rockies. ' ' 

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