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I now took the glasses and soon located them. 

 They were traveling along with that easy stride 

 peculiar to the wolf. Occasionally they stopped 

 and pointed their muzzles skyward, testing the air 

 currents, no doubt, for some passing odor. With- 

 out any apparent effort, they seemed to cover 

 ground remarkably fast and soon passed on out 

 of view. They looked serious and on business 

 bent. We continued on some few miles, the day 

 commenced to wane, and we must turn toward 

 camp to arrive before dark. We felt disap- 

 pointed to return empty-handed, and what little 

 bear sign we saw was old. Luck took a little turn, 

 however, when we were a couple of miles from 

 camp. I caught sight of a fair buck feeding out 

 on a ridge some distance above me. After mak- 

 ing a careful circle and climbing a little above 

 him, I stopped behind some thick cover, when he 

 walked out to the very edge of the cliff in plain 

 view. A pretty picture, and well worth the stalk. 

 The shot was an easy one, but at least well earned. 

 I pulled down for his shoulder and pressed the 

 trigger, when, lo, with one jump he completely 

 disappeared ! It was about fifty steps to the edge 

 of the cliff and I lost no time in covering the dis- 

 tance. Upon looking over I could see the buck 

 still rolling down into the canon and when he 



