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Between Fairchild and myself honors were about even, as 
we were each responsible for the lives of four monarchs of the 
plain. ; | 
We certainly now had an abundance of fresh meat (such 
as it was), and the Indians were set to work to remove the 
hides, cut out the tongues, and save any other portion of the 
carcasses that might be desirable. Meanwhile Fairchild and I 
returned to camp, where we found all hands in the land of 
slumber. 
Two or three yells soon caused everyone to turn out, and 
orders were given to move camp across the lake. I explained 
briefly that we had a quantity of fresh meat on the other side. 
where two of our men were already caring for it, so, somewhat 
reluctantly, for it was now twelve o'clock at night, the move 
was made to a beautiful spot at the base of “ Musk Ox Hill.” 
Those of our companions who had not taken part in the 
hunt, upon hearing of our experiences, expressed grievous dis- 
appointment because of missing the sport, so we tried to com- 
fort them by the assurance that we had not slain the whole band 
and that they might yet come in for their share. We told them 
of seeing one young bull go off in a certain direction, so the 
Bishop and Acres armed themselves with Winchesters and set 
out for blood; and they had not long to wait, for the young 
Musk Ox, no doubt, looking for its dead comrades, suddenly 
appeared around a bluff and let such a roar out of him as to al- 
most freeze the blood in one’s veins. A fusilade followed, but 
away galloped the calf towards a long point of land extending 
out into the lake. Thinking that we might now effect his cap- 
ture, we all strung ourselves in a line across the base of the 
point and thus advanced abreast—thinking that we would be 
able to drive him into the water and there secure him—but the 
plan did not work out in that way. Mr. Musk Ox simply sized 
up the situation, selected his man, which happened to be Fair- 
child, who was armed only with his Eastman kodak, lowered 
his head and shot forward with the speed of a runaway locomo- 
tive. Fairchild also sized up the situation and lowered his 
camera. He stood his ground until the little brute was within 
