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had certainly died happy. He had literally eaten 

 himself to death, and his body was so distended 

 from gorging that it was as round as a ball. Colonel 

 Roosevelt also photographed it, so that there will be 

 no lack of evidence if the incident ever reaches the 

 controversial stage. 



The third cow killed by Colonel Roosevelt was 

 too small for the group, so the skin was divided up 

 as souvenirs of the day. We each got a foot, 

 fifteen square feet of skin, and one of the ears was 

 saved for the colonel. 



We then started on the long two hours' ride back 

 to the Roosevelt camp, arriving there at a few min- 

 utes before one o'clock. We had not been in camp 

 ten minutes before a whirlwind came along, blew 

 down a tent, and in another minute was gone. 



A big American flag was flying from the col- 

 onel's tent, and he came out and greeted us with the 

 utmost cordiality and warmth. In honor of the 

 occasion he had put on his coat and a green knit 

 tie. He was beaming with pleasure at the result of 

 the elephant hunt and seemed proud that he was to 

 have elephants in the American Museum group to 

 be done by Mr. Akeley. Heller was stuffing some 

 birds and mice and was as slouchy, deliberate and as 

 full of dry humor as any one I've ever seen. He is 

 a character of a most likable type. Tarlton, small, 

 with short cropped red hair a sort of Scotchman 

 in appearance is also a remarkable type. He has 

 a quiet voice, never raised in tone, and talks like the 

 university man that he is. He is a famous lion 



