Trail and Camp-Fire 



standing wondering by, having stopped run- 

 ning when the big bull fell. One cow lay just 

 beyond him, and we made sure the bullet that 

 felled this bull had also slain her. But, extra- 

 ordinary to tell, we discovered she had quietly 

 lain down, and was not harmed at all. To 

 her the firing was a pleasant lullaby. 



Father wished to try for the distant big 

 bull, and he and the guide, Tom, set out, leav- 

 ing us to watch and wait. The wind was bad 

 for a successful stalk, and they were forced to 

 make a large circuit below the brow of the 

 plateau the barren rested upon. Soon they 

 were lost to sight. 



Before they had been gone fifteen minutes, 

 the bull father had left for dead struggled to 

 his feet and started to walk away. I brought 

 him down again with a shot through the shoul- 

 der; but yet he was not dead, and when, later, 

 we walked up to him he attempted to charge 

 us, with many snorts of fury, and I was 

 obliged to send a bullet through his heart. 



While father chased the bull I took several 

 photographs of the cows standing near by, 

 and then Keller and I walked a half mile to 

 the west, to where a spur of woods hid that 



part of the plains from us. 



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