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of ever getting a shot at a wapiti at all unless the 

 weather changed. On the evening of November 10, 

 I wrote in my journal, "No sign of snow; no hope 

 of getting game;" and these two sentences seemed 

 to sum up the position. What we wanted was a 



SCENE NEAR CAMP IN THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS, NOVEMBER, 1898 



three days' snow-storm, which would have driven the 

 wapiti down from the high forests and brought them 

 on to more open ground in search of food, for the 

 wind soon blows the snow from the treeless slopes 

 of the mountains. The old snow which still lay to 

 the depth of a foot or more over all the forest-covered 

 ground was of no use to us, except that it made 





