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branches of the Kenzua, and the Smethport road, 

 and then, turning north, ascended a mountain, stop- 

 ping on a rock about twenty-five feet high. We did 

 not arrive until nine o'clock, when, on approaching 

 the elk, I observed to my chagrin that it was a doe. 

 I communicated my discovery to Morrison, who had 

 the gun, and he shot her. We then went down to 

 the Tuneangwant, and encamped. It was after mid- 

 night when we had our arrangements completed, and 

 soon after a furious storm of hail and snow set in 

 which covered the earth, to the depth of two feet, 

 before morning. The following day we skinned the 

 elk, and hung up the meat where it was killed. We 

 then remained there a day and a half, waiting for 

 more favorable weather. 



The third day the weather became somewhat more 

 propitious, and we set out for the camp at the Cor- 

 ners, finding it very difficult traveling, as the snow 

 was three feet deep. We arrived there about nine 

 o'clock that .evening, nearly exhausted, from toiling 

 through the deep snow. Campbell and Morrison 

 were discouraged, believing it useless to attempt 

 catching an elk while the snow was so deep, and the 

 next morning we started for home, arriving at my 

 house at Cold Spring late at night. The next day 

 I returned to Kenzua, and offered Morrison and 

 Campbell my share of every thing but the sable 

 skins if they would bring home the meat and skins. 

 They did not wish to go, and accordingly I went 

 alone to the Kittaning block-house, where I found 

 Seaman, Whitcomb and Goodwin, with forty sable 



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