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stopping continually to paw the ground and 

 thresh the bushes with his antlers. He was 

 very noisy, challenging every minute or two, 

 being doubtless much excited by the neigh- 

 borhood of his rival on the mountain. We 

 followed, Woody leading, guided by the in- 

 cessant calling. 



It was very exciting as we crept toward the 

 great bull, and the challenge sounded nearer 

 and nearer. While we were still at some dis- 

 tance the pealing notes were like those of a 

 Ijugle, delivered in two bars, first rising, then 

 abruptly falling ; as we drew nearer they 

 took on a harsh squealing sound. Each call 

 made our veins thrill ; it sounded like the 

 cry of some huge beast of prey. At last 

 we heard the roar of the challenge not 

 eighty yards off. Stealing forward three or 

 four yards, I saw the tips of the horns 

 through a mass of dead timber and young 

 growth, and I slipped to one side to get a 

 clean shot. Seeing us but not making out 

 what we were, and full of fierce and insolent 

 excitement, the wapiti bull stepped boldly to- 

 ward us with a stately swinging gait. 'J'hen 

 he stood motionless, facing us, barely fifty 

 yards away, his handsome twelve-tined ant- 

 lers tossed aloft, as he held his head with the 

 lordly grace of his kind. I fired into his 

 chest, and as he turned I raced forward and 

 shot him in tlu; flank ; but the second bullet 

 was not needed, for the first wound was 

 mortal, and he fell before going fifty yaids. 



Tlie dead elk lay among the ytnmg vwx- 

 greens. The huge, shapely body was set on 



