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into the sun^ but he slowly moved off into the 

 thick woods, and my picture was not a success. 

 I wish it had been, for there was never a hand- 

 somer sight than that noble beast, his head 

 up, his spreading antlers, his great liquid eyes 

 surveying me with the utmost calmness. Behind 

 him were several doe and fawns equally uncon- 

 cerned. They started when I clicked the camera, 

 but the great buck never moved. He might have 

 been posing for pictures all his life, for all the con- 

 cern he showed. I shall long carry that picture 

 of the grassy slope, the evergreen woods behind, 

 and those beautiful creatures who seemed to trust 

 us so implicitly. 



On the shoulder of Mt. Washburne was a great 

 band of elk, I could not estimate how many. The 

 hillside was covered with them. They are shyer 

 than the deer, as they go to the higher altitudes in 

 the sumnaer, and are not so familiar with men. 

 In fact, the only elk I saw in the Park were on this 

 road. They are not as beautiful as the deer. 

 Their necks are ill-shaped and they carry their 

 heads awkwardly; but it is something in this day 



