After Wapiti in Wyoming 



on each head, and selecting the finest, fired 

 but one shot, and the bull did not go more 

 than twenty feet before falling. I think, with 

 my repeating- rifle, I could have killed three or 

 four more, but I refrained from doing so ; in 

 fact, I did not kill a cow during the trip. The 

 band did not go far; for, while skinning out 

 this head, I could hear the bulls call within 

 a few hundred yards down the mountain-side. 

 I spent two days in the little park at the foot 

 of Pinon Mountain, and saw and heard a 

 great many elk, in bands of three to thirty, 

 but refrained from shooting. Bear signs were 

 fairly abundant; but I did not see a single 

 live bear then. Later, I saw a fine one inside 

 the Yellowstone Park line ; and as I had 

 promised Captain Harris I would not shoot 

 inside the park, I told the bear to move on, 

 which he did at a particularly slow pace. 

 This was a black bear; possibly a grizzly 

 would have been more neighborly. 



I enjoyed one triumph over my men, who, 

 with the usual freedom of Westerners, had 

 dubbed me "Pilgrim" Stewart, in particular, 

 fancied a man from the East could not teach 

 him anything regarding sport. One Sunday 



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