American Big-Game Hunting 



we were on the homeward journey from one 

 of my hunts. I had ridden on ahead of the 

 pack-train, and was just coming to the edge 

 of the timber when I saw the white spots 

 of several antelope feeding in the sage-brush 

 just beyond. Tumbling off my horse, I crept 

 along until as near as I deemed safe, when 

 I stood up behind the trunk of a tree and, 

 pointing my camera through an opening, 

 made a noise to attract the attention of the 

 antelope. They lifted their heads, and with a 

 quick snap I had captured them. They re- 

 mained motionless, and turning my roll to get 

 another film, I found I had used the last one. 

 With careful and slow development, I obtained 

 a fair negative. I had judged the distance to 

 be seventy-five yards, and the focus showed 

 that I was nearly correct. 



My most successful attempt at elk was 

 made the year following, when, after two 

 weeks of stormy, bad weather, during which 

 I had seen abundance of game, but had had 

 no chance to photograph, I started off, with a 

 pack-animal and one man, to make a quiet 

 camp ten miles away, where I knew there 

 were plenty of elk. When we had gone as 



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