CHAPTER X 



AN ELK-HUNT AT TWO-OCEAN PASS 



IN September, 1891, with my ranch-partner, Fer- 

 guson, I made an elk-hunt in northwestern 

 Wyoming among the Shoshone Mountains, where 

 they join the Hoodoo and Absoraka ranges. There 

 is no more beautiful game-country in the United 

 States. It is a park land, where glades, meadows, 

 and high mountain pastures break the evergreen 

 forest; a forest which is open compared to the 

 tangled density of the woodland further north. It 

 is a high, cold region of many lakes and clear, rush- 

 ing streams. The steep mountains are generally of 

 the rounded form so often seen in the ranges of the 

 Cordilleras of the United States; but the Hoodoos, 

 or Goblins, are carved in fantastic and extraordinary 

 shapes; while the Tetons, a group of isolated rock- 

 peaks, show a striking boldness in their lofty out- 

 lines. 



This was one of the pleasantest hunts I ever made. 

 As always in the mountains, save where the country 

 is so rough and so densely wooded that one must 

 go afoot, we had a pack-train ; and we took a more 

 complete outfit than we had ever before taken on 

 such a hunt, and so traveled in much comfort. Usu- 



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