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divided, he taking one route back to camp and 

 I another. As we separated at 10 o'clock it 

 gave each of us time for a nice long hunt alone. 

 The balance of the party, dividing, hunted the 

 timbered reaches next the Generc, both above 

 and below camp. 



While the horses were a great help in carrying 

 us up the steep trail, we now would be better off 

 without them, as far as hunting was concerned. 

 After leaving Cap I bore downward toward the 

 timber, crossed a canon, and as I reached the 

 forested area began to hunt. My method was 

 to tie the horse and make a circuit out from and 

 back to the animal, the horse being on the line of 

 the circle, not in the middle of it. Due care was 

 taken that I didn't hunt down-wind from the 

 horse, of course. This circle was about half a 

 mile across. While leading my horse to a tying 

 tree for the third circle hunt, I came out upon a 

 bluff overlooking a stream, while across this riv- 

 ulet and three-quarters of a mile to the north 

 lay a timber-encircled lake. When I first glanced 

 at this body of water, a third of a mile long by a 

 quarter wide (with the naked eye), I didn't see 

 anything the matter with it. However, a second 

 survey of it disclosed what my clouded vision 

 took to be a horse standing in the water twenty- 

 five feet from the opposite shore. There was 

 certainly something there that didn't belong. 

 The next instant two bright-colored blades helio- 

 graphed to me the information that he was a bull 



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