A Mountain Fraud 



killed a large amount of game had we de- 

 sired. There were a great many antelope 

 out on the prairie, and every morning we 

 could see some in the park. I once aroused 

 the curiosity of a solitary buck to the point 

 of coming up within thirty yards of me by 

 concealing myself in the sage-brush and 

 waving about my wide-brimmed hat on the 

 end of my rifle. We found antelope liver the 

 choicest delicacy to be had in the Rockies, 

 and this fact perhaps led us to kill one or two 

 more of these graceful and interesting crea- 

 tures than we should otherwise have done. 



It was hardly late enough for the bull 

 elk to come down from the high ranges to 

 join the cows and calves. Two large bands 

 of these ranged between us and Jackson's 

 Lake, about fourteen miles north. We could 

 have shot some of these almost daily, but one 

 of the men, contrary to our orders, having 

 gone out and killed two calves soon after our 

 arrival, Hanna and I agreed, after he had 

 shot one cow, not to fire at anything except 

 bulls, and we were guiltless of the blood of 

 any more elk during our stay. One day, near 

 Jackson's Lake, Harrington and I came to a 



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