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behiud with the dogs. They were told to whistle if 

 the elk saw them and run so that they could not get 

 a shot, and we would let the dogs go. They had not 

 gone more than a hundred yards when we heard them 

 whistle. We let the dogs loose and they stopped 

 the herd about a mile distant. Morrison and Seaman 

 came up with them in a few minutes and shot three. 

 After we had dressed them, Morrison and Seaman 

 wished to take the dogs and attempt to kill one or 

 two more, but I was afraid the dogs would not run, in 

 consequence of having been fed too much. The four 

 elk ran together about two miles, when three of them 

 turned off to one side, and all the dogs but mine 

 returned. The men followed the other dog and elk 

 twelve miles, when they saw the dog lying down 

 beside a large log, and supposed that he had lain 

 down to rest, and of course thought the elk had gone 

 on ; but when Morrison called to the dog, " Hunter, 

 have you given out? he sprang over the log, gave a 

 yelp and up jumped the elk. It was so tired, how- 

 ever, that it did not go more than twenty rods before 

 Morrison killed it. One of the men procured fuel 

 whilst the other skinned the elk. They stretched the 

 skin on poles, made a fire near it but passed a very 

 uncomfortable night, as it snowed quite hard. The 

 next morning, taking their elk skin with them, they 

 started for the place where Campbell and myself had 

 made quite a comfortable encampment, arriving 

 about eleven o'clock. I told them I thought instead 

 of having our new camping place on the Kenzua, we 

 had better make it on a road called the Kittaning 



