72 CAMERA SHOTS AT BIG GAME 



On another occasion we were out again, early in the morn- 

 ing, my husband going up the mountain and I to the gulch. 

 I had been up there afoot, and had ridden my pony up, but 

 preferred the place in the valley; so I soon had the camera 

 ready, and sat down to watch. The first game I saw was a 

 coyote, who came to the water for a drink. He seemed to 

 suspect something, for he ran up the bank, too far away to get 

 his picture. Next I saw a band of deer coming, but they 

 went away round me; and soon I heard a shot, which must 

 have been from a man who was working for us and who was 

 out for meat. I started to go to him, but concluded to return 

 to the camera, and reached it just in time to see a lone buck 

 on a hill, about a hundred and twenty-five yards away. Hav- 

 ing my rifle with me, I took quick aim and fired. Down he 

 went, shot in the neck. He had been on a quick trot, almost 

 running. I had hardly reached my camera before I saw two 

 deer coming down the gulch — one a fine buck. The little 

 beauty came along, step by step, carefully watching every side. 

 I feared they would take fright, so snapped on him while he 

 was looking down the gulch. (No. 29.) Bidding them good- 

 night, I returned to camp. 



We were camped on Bear River, at the head of Juniper 

 Canon, in a grassy corner where sage-brush and cedar were 

 handy for wood. At dawn we were ready to start down the 

 canon to the trail. I did not start for several minutes after 

 my husband, and so hurried as fast as I could to overtake him. 

 I disliked very much to go down there alone, as we had seen 



