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serving hot sandwiches to all in the party, except Mitchell and Me- 
Anulty, who stayed up front and refused to join in the sociability. 
Before 2 o’clock the teams reached the cabin in the pasture. Mitchell 
pitched in helping William Mahaffey, who is staying there, get dinner, 
and everybody ate ravenously, although most of the men had had a 
hot lunch an hour before. Patterson stayed through all three tables, 
and then went back to the cabin later saying he wanted to help wash 
the dishes. But Mahaffey knew what he was after and would not let 
him stay. 
The afternoon was spent overhauling the racks on the sleds pre- 
paratory to loading the next morning. McAnulty’s rack had to be 
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a flock of turkeys. Cottingham’s big freight car had no top. As the 
snow was nearly three feet deep, the work was carried on with difficulty. 
Nobody knew how to proceed to load elk, and the evening was 
‘spent swapping opinions. It was agreed that the elk were so wild and 
nervous that they could not be roped, and still no better way could be 
suggested to get them through the small trap gate in the corral and 
into the racks. After Hough had taken a few lessons in checkers from 
Patterson the crew turned in. 
The elk, 13 calves coming yearlings, and 5 coming two, had been 
trapped in the corral, entering through small holes to get feed scattered 
there. And after they entered, the gate shut behind them, and they 
were lured on to a second corral, where they were held while more were 
making their way into the first. Several bands, numbering perhaps 25 
of the 45 or 50 elk remaining in the pasture, come regularly to the barn 
and corral for feed. They can be seen in the twilight morning and even- 
ing, but seldom in full day. All the elk seem in excellent condition, 
those brought out being plump and smooth and very pretty. 
The calves, not yet a year old, are larger than a full grown deer. 
They were wild in the corral, running back and forth in frantic efforts 
to get out whenever any person went close. But after being confined 
in the racks on the sleds, they became very quiet, eating hay, picking 
at the moss on poles, and drinking from basins of water thrust through 
between the boards. One could stroke their sides or heads, and they 
would poke out their noses and smell of a hand by which one of the 
crew was hanging on. Part of the time they would lie down in the 
sleds, taking their trip with as little concern as a calf. 
When the task of loading the game was undertaken Thursday morn- 
