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mainder for the bears and coyotes, and be- 

 took ourselves to camp. 



Two days later I had the melancholy satis- 

 faction of assisting at the decapitation of the 

 monster who had escaped me. I devoutly 

 believe it was the same elk, and though of 

 course I cannot swear to his identity, yet I 

 am sure he must have been a full brother to 

 old Yellow Back. My friend had stalked and 

 shot him while superintending the luncheons, 

 siestas and gambols of his numerous family. 

 When I saw him I groaned in spirit, and con- 

 gratulated the lucky sportsman. We took 

 only his head, for he was too much married 

 by far to be good eating. His mighty body 

 was left as a memento mori to the valiant bull 

 who succeeded him in the affections of his 

 widows and offspring. 



Winthrop Chanter. 



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