36 CAMERA SHOTS AT BIG GAME 



Finally came a clear day, and we climbed the mountain on 

 the right, and soon had about one hundred and fifty elk in 

 sight. Presently they came to the end of their trail, and as 

 the crust would not hold, could go no farther that way. Hill 

 and Lloyd, the ranchman, then went around them, while I 

 prepared to ambush them as they came back. Placing the 

 camera under a spruce in the shade, I awaited them for nearly 

 an hour before they came. When Hill got round they 

 broke away and he had a long run to turn them. At last they 

 came leisurely along, eating snow and looking back warily. 

 Just as they began to go out of sight I caught them. (No. 29.) 

 A cold breeze had sprung up, and I was nearly frozen, so we 

 concluded to return to the ranch. Going along the ridge 

 about a quarter of a mile, we came to a slope, down which 

 we ran nearly half a mile; then, turning down a gulch, we rode 

 clear on to the bottom of the valley below, about a mile, — the 

 finest ski ride imaginable. 



After this followed several more days of inclement weather, 

 but a change came at last and we again tried the elk. Climb- 

 ing the mountain once more, we followed along the ridge, 

 calculating to find good working material toward the end, a 

 few miles below. On the way I obtained a negative of the 

 last one of a small herd, on the rim of the ridge, just before 

 she went out of sight. In the background of the picture, 

 away beyond across Jackson's Hole, looms the majestic Grand 

 Teton in all its glory. (No. 30.) We followed to the end of 



