Good Hunting 



have hit him even had I got down to the 

 park in time. However, he had moved 

 on before I got down, and I heard his chal- 

 lenge in the woods beyond. 



Looking at my watch, I saw that it was 

 nearly dawn. I returned to the tent and 

 laid down as I was under the blankets, and 

 shivered and dozed for half an, hour, then 

 I came back to the meadow, where the 

 pack -ponies stood motionless. In the 

 brightening light the moon paled, and 

 I was very soon able to pick out the bull's 

 trail on the frost-covered ground, where 

 it was almost as plain as if he had been 

 walking in snow. I saw that he had 

 struck up a long valley, from which a 

 pass led into a wooded basin. At the 

 top of the pass I lost the trail entirely, 

 and as it was almost impossible to see for 

 any distance through the woods, I came 

 to the conclusion that the best thing to do 

 was to sit down and await events. 



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