82 CANADIAN NIGHTS 



probably nearly half an hour, I saw, in the distance, 

 a little black spot crawling up a high sand-hill and 

 remaining stationary at the top, and by the aid 

 of my glass I made out a man and a horse. The 

 man and horse remained where they were ; I 

 also did not stir ; and in a few minutes more I 

 had the pleasure of seeing in another direction 

 another man and horse climbing to the top of a 

 sand-hill. I felt sure they were my friends, for 

 we had always settled among ourselves that if we 

 got separated in running elk or buffalo, or any- 

 thing, each man should get to the top of the 

 highest point he could find, wait there some little 

 time, and in this way we should be sure to get 

 together again ; and so after fixing well in my eye 

 the position of the first man I had seen, I got on 

 my horse and started in that direction. After a 

 bit I rode up another high sand-hill to take an 

 observation, and finding my friend still in the 

 same place, continued my way towards him. In 

 about an hour we had all got together again, and 

 after briefly giving each other an account of our 

 success, we struck out for the end of the track 

 where I had left my stag, and took the trail back. 

 Such a scene of slaughter I had never viewed 

 before ; for two or three miles the dead elk lay 



