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By that time it was light enough to 

 see the trail and I resumed the chase. 

 A mile or so further on I heard the 

 elk rise from his bed and run. A 

 second time I started him from a bed 

 and failed to see him. I said to my- 

 self, "The elk never lived that could 

 carry a broken shoulder over a track- 

 ing snow and get away from me." I 

 tied my horse and followed on foot. 

 Knowing the elk would be listening 

 for the footsteps of the horse I thought 

 I could fool him this time. Pretty 

 soon I jumped him in a pine thicket 

 and could see the top of his head. As 

 he ran from me I fired and knocked 

 him down, but in an instant he was up 

 and going. Before he was out of sight 

 I fired again and missed. 



In a few minutes he entered another 

 thicket, and I determined to show him 

 whether I knew how to hunt elk or 

 not. Leaving the track I went to the 

 opposite side and entered the brush. 

 I was well into it when I heard my 

 elk thrashing through the cover 

 toward the hillside, where the timber 

 was quite open. He came in sight 

 about 200 yards away. I fired and 

 broke his hind leg just above the 

 hock, and so had him well cross hob- 

 bled. When I walked up to him he 

 winced piteously, but I was hungry 

 and lost no time in putting a bullet 

 through his head. I built a fire and 

 feasted on elk tenderloin, and never 

 did I more thoroughly enjoy a meal 

 than I did that breakfast. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY J. R. PETERSON. 



"AND THIS IS A BORROWED WHEEL, TOO." 



