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few minute a shrill whistle told us of the presence 
of our quarry. We moved cautiously down to the 
dry creek bed and there found a small washout, 
upon which stood a four-point bull. The guide mo- 
tioned me to keep quiet and whispered that we 
should get a six-pointer in a few minutes. Pres- 
ently the four-point temptation removed itself and 
we proceeded cautiously along the edge of the wash- 
out. Again we saw a four-pointer; it was very 
close, but we had the wind, and our presence was 
unsuspected. Jackson was relieved when it also 
moved away, as he knew that a man who would 
shoot a hind might do anything. 
A few yards further, as we reached a place where 
a lot of the mountain side had been washed away 
by a cloud burst, there was a sudden drop of fifty 
feet at the foot of which was an open space of earth 
and fallen trees surrounded by heavy timber. Just 
then another whistle caused us to crouch down and 
watch. The timber around the open place now 
seemed alive with deer. They came out to the 
open—a dozen or twenty, all hinds and spikes. It 
seemed that the appearance of a big bull was 
inevitable, but luck was not with me, for a puff of 
wind down the gulch revealed our presence and the 
game instantly disappeared. Following a little 
way, we saw by the tracks that the elk were jump- 
ing, so gave up the chase. 
We now quartered another ridge free from trees 
and entering another ravine ascended to the rocks 
- above the timber line. Here we saw some sheep 
tracks, but not very fresh, and keeping along by the 
