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them, however, the herd consisting chiefly of 

 hinds and young stags. They were in such a 

 position that we could not make a good stalk upon 

 them, and as it was getting late in the afternoon 

 we determined to try and drive them, and so, after 

 posting Jack and my friend in two favourable posi- 

 tions, Buffalo Bill and I went round to try and 

 creep as near the wapiti as we could. I did get 

 two or three unfavourable shots, and missed, but 

 the other two men were more fortunate, for they 

 shot three elk out of the herd as they ran by. 



Next morning, a little before sunrise, I was 

 awaked as usual by hearing scratch, scratch, against 

 the canvas of my tent door. " Come in," I said, 

 with a sleepy and somewhat sulky voice at being 

 disturbed, for I could feel by the stiffened and 

 frozen condition of the blankets about my mouth 

 that it was a very cold morning, and I was still 

 tolerably warm. My '' come in " was answered by 

 the appearance of Jack's jolly cheerful face as he 

 undid the strings that tied the tent door, and came 

 in, rubbing his hands and stamping his feet. 

 " Good morning," says Jack ; " it's about time to 

 get up, it's a fine large morning, and going to be 

 a great day for hunting." '' All right. Jack, I will 

 be up in a minute. In the meantime there is the 



