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very fresh tracks, I followed them some distance 
and then suddenly remembering C., whistled and 
whistled without receiving any answer. I soon re- 
alised that we had wandered far apart, so gave up 
hope of finding him and kept a southerly direction, 
continuing my hunt, always keeping to timber when 
there was any near my route. 
About noon, I lunched by a brook and then en- 
tered a patch of trees, by this time getting a little 
careless. Presently I saw the very grey shoulder 
of a large animal forty or fifty yards away. The 
head was hidden behind foliage, so whether it had 
horns or not I was unable to decide. A minute 
later, a splendid bull with a heavy head dashed 
through the wood beyond, giving me no chance of 
a shot, and the beast near me followed, but it was 
a hind. Had I been proceeding with my early 
morning caution, the bull would certainly have been 
mine, 
I now began to wonder where Fayler’s cabin was, 
so climbed the nearest hill with a bare top, only to 
find other hills everywhere with triangular patches 
of black timber on the north side of each. To be 
absolutely lost is a very unpleasant experience; it 
means spending a night or two out, and the cold at 
night here was very intense. After a few hours’ 
search in every direction, at last I saw the cabin and 
made for it. Once a fine timber wolf crossed my 
path, but being on my horse at the time, a shot was 
impossible. Arriving at the cabin just as the 
wagon did and with it C., we picked up Fayler 
and proceeded at once, as it was growing late. 
