192 HUNTING TRIPS 



This made it all right for me, and another 

 hundred yards' burst took me up to where 

 I was able to put a ball in a fatal spot, and 

 the grand old fellow sank down and fell 

 over on his side. 



No sportsman can ever feel much keener 

 pleasure and self-satisfaction than when, 

 after a successful stalk and good shot, he 

 walks up to a grand elk lying dead in the 

 cool shade of the great evergreens, and 

 looks at the massive and yet finely moulded 

 form, and at the mighty antlers which are to 

 serve in the future as the trophy and proof 

 of his successful skill. Still-hunting the elk 

 on the mountains is as noble a kind of sport 

 as can well be imagined ; there is nothing 

 more pleasant and enjoyable, and at the same 

 time it demands that the hunter shall bring 

 into play many manly qualities. There have 

 been few days of my hunting life that were 

 so full of unalloyed happiness as were those 

 spent on the Bighorn range. From morning 

 till night I was on foot, in cool, bracing air, 

 now moving silently through the vast, melan- 



