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yards to the right was off with that beautiful, 

 effortless, free action which is the heritage of his 

 kind. 



At the first report he continued on, as if un- 

 touched, but on firing the second time he was 

 plainly in trouble, and a moment later toppled 

 over and lay motionless in a small swale. He 

 was a magnificent specimen with forty points, 

 while the horns were heavy and handsomely 

 formed. 



It was by this time getting far along in the 

 afternoon. The evening sun descending burned 

 its way along the heavens. Great clouds were 

 rolling up to the north as we slowly packed our 

 splendid trophy campward. As the gloom deep- 

 ened at the approach of twilight the darkness fell 

 thicker and thicker; then as the wind sang softly 

 to the night we could feel snow flakes whirling 

 against our faces. 



The next three days we were storm-bound. 

 Those were long dreary days up there, where the 

 hammering gale knew no bounds. The snows 

 deepened, firewood grew scarce, and when at 

 dusk the whine of the wind died with the day, 

 it was replaced by the wail of the ravening wolf 

 pack that haunted the mountain again. 



Mac and I were of the opinion that the great 



