290 CAMP-FIRES OF A NATURALIST. 



" Is he a World's Fair king?" 



An affirmative answer brought out a chorus of 

 hurrahs and a storm of congratulations. The pack- 

 train was stopped and everyone assisted in skinning 

 the elk. There was a little blood in the animal's 

 mouth, but not a bullet-hole could be found in the 

 skin anywhere. Thereupon Dyche was subjected to 

 much chaffing for scaring an elk to death. These 

 quizzing remarks continued until it was found that 

 a bullet had passed directly through the heart. The 

 glory of the exploit was enhanced a short time after, 

 when the naturalist shot a badger without drawing 

 blood ; the bullet struck the rock directly under the 

 animal, killing it by the concussion. 



Camp was made two miles farther east on the 

 north branch of Williams River. A high mountain 

 rose to the north. To the west was the range over 

 which they had just come and which was made beau- 

 tiful by the vast forests of spruce and fir. To the 

 east and sputh the country opened out into a valley, 

 giving a view of ten or fifteen miles of changing 

 lights and shades through the openings in the moun- 

 tains. The judge at once christened the place Camp 

 Grand View. 



Next day, while Dyche was preparing the skeleton 

 of his specimen, the doctor, who had accompanied 

 him, rambled off on a little hunt. The naturalist saw a 

 band of elk emerge from the timber and walk towards 

 the doctor, who hid in a ravine at the foot of a little 

 ridge. A number of cows and calves were at the 

 head of the band, and as they came down the ridge 

 they smelled powder and turned down the side of the 



