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whether he was a six or a sixteen points I 

 could not say. 



Going down to where he lay we found him 

 stone dead, a good thirteen-pointer, which the 

 men naturally declared to be above the 

 average. Somehow, I was disappointed, as I 

 expected a bigger head, but after all getting 

 him at all was a pure chance, and having now 

 experienced what hunting the wapiti in these 

 dense forests meant, I was, I think, on the 

 whole very lucky. He looked an enormous 

 beast as he lay. What his weight was I could 

 not guess, but he must have stood about 

 sixteen hands at the shoulder. It took the 

 three of us all we could do to turn him over to 

 examine the wounds. 



Both of my shots were fatal. We found 

 that Smith's bullet had inflicted a flesh wound 

 high up in the rump, and would have done no 

 harm. 



Wet to the skin, but happy, I got under a 

 giant cedar which gave shelter from the heavy 

 rain, and lighting a big fire, stripped to the 

 skin to dry my soaking clothes, while the men 

 were removing the head and getting some meat. 

 We soon had wapiti steaks frizzling on the fire, 

 and a brew of hot tea made us all comfortable 

 and happy. 



The worst of the whole business was the 



