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the mist floating up the forest-clad ravines 

 to the distant hill-tops all reflected in the glassy 

 surface of the lake. At sunset it was equally 

 lovely. 



This lake we called No. 1, as we understood 

 the chain consisted of three lakes extending 

 westward down the valley which was to be our 

 future hunting ground. 



Smith suggested he should go out, look 

 quietly round, examine the country and search 

 for fresh tracks, so that we could begin our 

 regular hunting the next day. 



Being now in the game country I had given 

 strict orders that no one was to shoot at any- 

 thing, but to come back and report what he 

 had seen I was therefore somewhat astounded 

 to hear a single shot at no great distance as I 

 was catching a dish of trout for dinner. 



Smith soon came back looking very dejected. 

 He said he had come on fresh tracks of a good 

 bull, and in following them up saw something 

 brown in the undergrowth which he thought 

 was a small deer, and as we wanted meat in 

 camp he took a snapshot at it, and then found 

 it was the bull and he feared he had wounded it. 



I had to accept this story, improbable as 

 it was, for there was no mistaking a great bull 

 wapiti for a small deer. 



What was done was done, and there was no 



