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point when my first shot was fired, 

 and had not seen what became of the 

 doe. I reached Pycaroo by four 

 o'clock in the afternoon, exhausted but 

 happy. 



The next day was devoted to elk 

 stalking in a different direction, and 

 amidst very different scenery. Truly 

 the elk had there a glorious region for 

 their wanderings, and I longed to en- 

 close a park of a few square miles in 

 situations where interminable stretches 

 of green lawn descended far away to- 

 wards the plains, flanked on either side 

 by stately woods. In other places the 

 skirt of heavy forest was drawn higher 

 up the slopes of the hills, or even in- 

 vaded the upper plateau; and some- 

 times isolated woods and winding open 



