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that was hanging over the bank. I 
jumped up to catch my breath when 
eould not hold it any longer sine 
beaver had) to scome upmonce suena 
while, and I had to come up twice in 
a while. In about 5 minutes I got 
hold of the willows, and after another 
desperate struggle succeeded in going 
ashore. No man who has never had 
a scrap with a beaver can realize how 
strong they are. 
After I returned to camp and got 
myself evaporated I told Mack, when 
he came in, of my fight with the beav- 
er. He said it was a pity he didn't 
drown me for being such a fool. 
Soon after this we went over the 
CGoreiancem owe chia spaliemrathicn 
hunting a few days with my old friend 
Tom Michels, and seeing the sights 
on the flat tops, Mack and I started 
out to see how many deer we would 
find in one day. We saw 64, and late 
in the day, as we were walking up an 
aspen ridge. I saw something that 
startled me, and said: 
say Vince looksataunatepanGdeon 
old bucks.” 
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After that we moved down to Trout 
creek, where we had no neighbors 
within 20 miles of us, and any time in 
the morning or evening we could see 
from 2 to a dozen deer. 
We started early one morning to 
climb a large mountain that lay 
southeast of our camp. We had trav- 
eled several miles, and it was getting 
warm. We sat down in the shade of 
a tree and ate our lunch. The vege- 
tation grows rank there, so that about 
all you can see of a deer is its head. 
As we sat there talking I looked 
across the gulch to the opposite 
mountain and saw a lot of black 
stumps, about a half mile away. I 
looked again and thought thev had 
moved. I took a steady look at them 
then, and saw they were elk—about 
75 or 100 of them. I said: 
“Look over there at those elk, 
Mack.” He said: 
may intense: 
‘Over there on ethatemournrainn 
Don't you see them?” 
dont see anything but some 
black stumps.” 
“Well, those stumps are elk. Look 
again and you will see them move.”’ 
“Well, Vil be hanged if there isn’t 
something moving.” 
We started over for a closer inspec- 
tion, but before we arrived they got 
scent of us and lit out. As they start- 
ed Mack said: 
“Hear those 
ling?” 
“Camp birds! Those aren’t camp 
birds. That’s a calf elk whistling.” 
“What do you take me for? Do 
you think you can make me believe 
a calf can whistle like that?” 
He found out later that a calf elk 
could whistle, for a big bunch of cows 
and calves came down the trail within 
so yards of us, anl 2 of the calves 
were whistling at a lively rate. We 
didn’t need meat then, and so did not 
disturb them. 
One day I went down to look after 
some beaver traps on a branch of 
Trout creek, where there was a wide 
portion covered with short willows. 
As I was walking along on the bank, 
looking down into the willows, a big 
camp birds whist- 
doe jumped out right at my feet, and. 
startled me. She started off across 
the bottom, and as she ran I brought 
my gun to my shoulder, fired, and 
down she went. I went to her and 
found I had hit her in the back of the 
head. I felt very sorry I had killed 
her tor, Ik had. nor dseniom tle mea 
having a buck in camp; but I took the 
skin. I had a lump in my throat for 
a week after whenever I thought 
of it. 
One morning in October I got up 
early to go and watch a runway 
about 1% miles from camp. At about 
g o'clock I started back to camp, 
