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hours tied the horses up and proceeded on foot up 
and down across the wind. Things looked much 
more encouraging from the first. We found fresh 
tracks in a great many places, and all old game 
trails bore evidence of recent travel. We went 
miles and miles up valley after valley, but until 
lunch time did not see a bird or beast. Jackson 
was very cross and I was inclined to be snappy— 
we snarled at one another a good deal, and I wished 
we had chosen the Teton country, and told the guide 
so. After lunch, we circled over a divide towards 
where C. had been the day before, and late in 
the afternoon, in a very dark glade and within 
one hundred yards, we saw anelk. A moment later 
it was dead and it wasa hind. Asa matter of fact, 
when I fired we could not have told what it was, but 
after firing we were sure it was a fine bull because 
we saw what appeared to be huge antlers, but what 
really was a dead branch. There was little regret, 
however, as we needed venison, and I had only one 
more day to hunt, besides the license allowed bulls 
or hinds and this was my first wapiti. 
_ We dressed the deer, marked the place, and tak- 
ing a supply of meat with us, made our way to the 
horses and back to camp, getting there long after 
dark to find the others had not secured hoof or 
feather in ourabsence. Fried elk kidney was much 
better than fired bacon and there was a more cheer- 
ful tone about the camp than had been evident the 
night before. Frost and a bitter, penetrating wind 
- were experienced again this night but exhaustion 
