After Wapiti in Wyoming 



show signs of fear, but quietly walked off into 

 the bushes, with the exception of one bull ac- 

 companied by three cows. They were lying 

 down, and when I came to them, the cows 

 moved off; but the bull stood there, and for a 

 few minutes I thought he was going to charge. 

 He pawed the ground, shook his head, and 

 kept alternately taking a few steps toward 

 me, and then backing a little, ripping up the 

 soil with his antlers, and breaking the small 

 bushes, in token of challenge. I concluded 

 to retreat rather than fight, so quietly with- 

 drew, leaving him in possession of the field. 

 While in camp one day, on Lizard Creek, 

 I climbed Wild Cat Mountain, hunting up 

 a trail that would lead to the eastward ; and 

 coming out on the southern point of the moun- 

 tain, a magnificent view opened to my gaze. 

 On the south, immediately at the foot of this 

 mountain, was a park; it was dotted with 

 clumps and groves of fine trees, through 

 which ran a good-sized stream. The mea- 

 dow ran a half-mile to the foot-hills, well 

 covered with long grass, which in the sun- 

 light, moving with a gentle breeze, rose and 

 fell like the billows of the ocean. For miles 



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