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if he was following the cow. I ran forward about 100 yards, 

 and sat down on the open tundra about 10 yards from the 

 cow's tracks. 



A second afterwards I saw two forms moving in the 

 brush whence the cow had first appeared. Knowing they 

 must be two bulls, I was reckoning on one of them at least 

 being a good one. They came into the open at about 150 

 yards, and I well remember how anxiously I looked at the 

 head of each one as it appeared. But alas for vain hopes, 

 the leader was a young bull with a head not exceeding 45 

 inches' spread, and the second a miserable little two-year-old 

 bull. Still, the situation was not without interest to the 

 spectators, and, as on a previous occasion, I would have given 

 something to have had my camera on the spot. 



As soon as the leading bull appeared in the open, he 

 looked carefully around for a few seconds and seeing no sign 

 of the cow, put his nose to the ground, and ran the trail by 

 scent exactly like a dog. It was a most interesting thing to 

 watch. He ran the line fairly fast, going at a trot, until he 

 came opposite to me. Not once was he at fault on the 

 scent. I was sitting to the windward of the cow's tracks, 

 and, although on the bare tundra, as I remained absolutely 

 motionless neither of the bulls saw me. When at no more 

 than 10 yards from my position the leader winded me, and 

 throwing up his head for a moment and looking towards me, 

 made a noble picture. Another second, and he bounded 

 away down wind for about 20 yards, followed by the small 

 bull. There they both stopped for a moment and looked 

 back, but were soon off again and vanished from our sight 

 into the dense forest. 



On the same day I met Mr. Hasard, the other American 

 sportsman who was hunting with the Bergs not far from our 



