an inch or two, here between the eye 

 and the ear, and the head moves more 

 than the body. But," he said, "you 

 would not kill an elk after the way you 

 have wept over this one ? " 



" If- if I were sure he would not 

 suffer, I might kill just one," I said, 

 conscious of my inconsistencies. My 

 woman's soul revolted, and yet I was 

 out West for all the experiences that 

 the life could give me, and I knew, if 

 the chance came just right, that one elk 

 would be sacrificed to that end. 



The next day, much to Mrs. Cum- 

 mings' surprise, we had elk steak, the 

 most delicious of meat when properly 

 cooked. The next few days slipped by. 

 We were always in the open air, riding 

 about in those glorious mountains, and 

 it was the end of the week when a turn 

 of the wheel brought my day. 



