OF SHOOTING AND FISHING _ 199 
Our course led across the Fall River and we camped 
near some dead timber as far up the mountain as 
the wagon would go. No game had been seen by 
any one during the day except by myself. We 
passed a large beaver dam near the river. There 
were lots of freshly cut sticks about, so it was evi- 
dently occupied. At night we had a great fire, 
as dead trees lay every place and it was very cold. 
Sitting around after supper, C. told us of lion hunt- 
ing experiences in Africa which were very exciting. 
On the morning of the 14th, C. went south with 
Fayler while Jackson and myself went off to the 
west. In a couple of hours we were absolutely 
stalled in a labyrinth of fallen timber, out of which 
we had great difficulty in getting the horses. To 
stand at one side of a fallen log with one’s horse 
six feet above, and to tug at him until he leaps 
down is troublesome, but to get the horse up the 
other way is exasperating. At last we arrived at 
the hunting grounds and leaving the animals there, 
proceeded on foot. We beat up and down the 
mountain side across the wind for hours without 
seeing any sign of elk. We found however the only 
fresh bear tracks seen on the trip. At noon we 
lunched by a little stream, on the hillside above 
which there were game trails cut deeply into the 
soil, by the feet of passing thousands. 
After a rest we resumed our up-and-down beat- 
ing through splendid timber, but we saw neither 
deer nor fresh tracks. Going through a gloomy 
forest on tiptoe with one’s finger on a trigger was 
very exhausting; it also made one irritable. The 
