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It was now time to open the ball. The lead cow stood 

 broadside to me, and I drew on her side just back of the 

 shoulder, Huffman at the same time taking a bead on the 

 largest bull. Our rifles cracked simultaneously. The cow 

 sprang forward, then wheeled, started back toward the herd 

 and fell dead. The bull dropped on his knees, then raised, 



SKINNING THE ELK. 



plunged forward a few feet, staggered, and fell very near the 

 cow. The other animals dashed away in opposite directions, 

 but stopped suddenly, turned, and stood looking at each 

 other, and at their fallen companions. We remained con- 

 cealed, but did not care to continue the slaughter. We fired a 

 shot in the air to watch its effect upon them. They were 



