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was only when we came to describe him to our friend the 

 keeper that we learned that he was blind. 



Once more the elk turned out to be unsatisfactory. 

 I secured a few feet of film of them at a distance, but 

 it was quite impossible to get really close. Whilst we 

 were trying to stalk them a terrific thunder-storm swept 

 up, and we were only too glad to get back to the shelter 

 of the camp. After we had changed into dry things 

 Dick Randall said he would go out and catch some fish 

 for supper. There was about half an hour of daylight 

 left, and during that time he managed to secure a very 

 fine trout ; but no sooner had he got back than another 

 storm began, one which continued well on into the 

 night. I have seen some amazing exhibitions of 

 lightning in the tropics, hghtning with the thunder 

 to match it, and I have been drenched to the skin 

 day after day by tropical rains ; but though the 

 tropics have a just reputation for these unpleasant 

 manifestations of Nature's energy, I think the storms 

 of the Rocky Mountains run them pretty closely. 



Our next move was back to Yancey, from which 

 place we were to follow the Yellowstone River, with 

 a view to reaching a hunting-box of Randall's. The 

 latter was certain that we should come on mountain 

 sheep and elk on our way. At that time my knowledge 

 of mountain sheep was very slight. Somehow the name 

 did not sound exciting, it reminded me too much of 

 Welsh mutton ; but before forty-eight hours had passed 



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