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quiet of but one idea—to creep upon 
that elk and kill him—possessed me. 
That gradual painful drawing nearer to 
my prey seemed a lifetime. I was con- 
scious of nothing to the right, or to the 
left of me, only of what I was going to 
do. There were pine woods and scrub ae 
brush and more woods. Then, sud- 
denly, I saw him standing by the river 
about to drink. I crawled nearer until 
I was within one hundred and fifty yards 
of him, when at the snapping of a twig 
he raised his head with its crown of 
branching horn. He saw nothing, so 
turned again to drink. 
Now was the time. I crawled a few 
feet nearer and raised the deadly weap- 
on. The stag turned partly away from 
me. In another moment he would be 
gone. I sighted along the metal bar- 
rel and a terrible bang went booming 
