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stopping to strike down at the dogs, 
as they would rear up with their paws 
on the log. He was a big one, an old 
mealy-nosed brown, not dark, but yel- 
low brown. 
It certainly was a great sight. He 
was entirely unsuspicious of our pres- 
ence, so we could not resist the temp- 
tation to watch the performance a few 
minutes. It was evident that he was 
going to stay with that log as he had 
probably already had a taste of what 
he would get if he got down off of it, 
as the ground was level and the dogs 
would surely make it hot for his hind- 
quarters. Once Trailor got upon the 
small end of the log and came very 
near getting him by the ham as he 
was going the other way, and had his 
eye on Ranger, but he discovered him 
in time and with a fierce growl swung 
around and Trailor got off there in a 
hurry. 
We concluded it was about time for 
us to take a hand, so we each drew a 
bead behind his shoulders and fired. 
Over he went, down on the other side 
of the log out of sight. We could 
hear the dogs going after him, however, 
and long before we got to him I think 
he was dead, for we had shot him 
squarely through the heart. 
It was now away along in the af- 
ternoon, so we dressed him and started 
for camp. We kept upon the right 
hand side of the creek on our way 
back and did not see any more big 
game, although we passed through lots 
of huckelberries and saw plenty of 
grouse. 
We soon arrived at camp and after 
a good dinner turned in for the night. 
me he would blow his horn. I did not 
have to wait long, for in a few min- 
utes I heard the horn — one long, loud 
blast. Then three short ones, toot, toot, 
toot. I knew what this meant — to come 
and come quickly. Well, I started for 
him and the grass did not grow under 
my feet, either. When I got down to 
where he was I found him standing over 
one of my big bucks and he had also 
wounded the other one. 
T HERE was plenty of blood on the 
track, so I put Ranger on it, and 
in a few minutes we heard him bay- 
ing. I told Riley to go on down and fin- 
ish him and I would stay and take the 
entrails out of the other one, as there 
was no need for both of us to go. So 
off he went and in a little while I heard 
Ranger going again and I had no doubt 
about the cause. Riley had been too 
eager and had not been cautious enough 
and the deer had discovered he was 
ccming and made a break. I could 
hear them going down the hill for 
quite a ways and then he brought him 
up again. Riley was a little more cau- 
tious this time and after a while I 
heard him fire one shot, and then I 
knew it was all over. 
I finished dressing the old buck which, 
by the way, had eight points on each 
horn, and then concluded to go on, 
as I had not gotten a shot at anything 
yet. I kept right on around the south 
side of old Mt. Pitt, working higher 
all the time, and although I saw any 
amount of deer sign it seemed as 
though luck was against me and I 
could not get sight of a deer to save 
my life. I kept on, however, and finally 
observed where the elk had gone on 
through the timber around on the west 
side of the mountain. 
It was easy to follow, so I made up 
my mind to follow it awhile, anyhow, 
as there was a chance that I might 
run across another prairie and find it 
there. I followed along for perhaps 
a mile and then concluded to give it 
up and hunt back towards the horses, 
as I did not know what had become 
of Riley and could get no answer after 
blowing the horn. I found out after- 
ward, though, that he had come back 
to where he had left me, expecting to 
find me there, but was disappointed, 
and thinking that I had started back 
towards the place where we had left 
the horses he had gone back to where 
they were and had waited for me there. 
When I turned back I kept high upon 
the hillside, as I did not want to hunt 
over the same ground. I proceeded 
along for probably a half or three- 
quarters of a mile over some pretty 
rocky ground and finally came into a 
belt of timber with scarcely any under- 
brush, with nice soft ground to walk 
on. This was quite a relief, as I was 
getting tired and a little bit discour- 
aged, for, to tell you the truth, I wanted 
to get something to even up with Ham- 
mersly, as those two big bucks kept 
looming up before my vision, and al- 
though I really liked to see Riley have 
good luck, still I would have been 
mighty well pleased to have gotten 
them myself, when I first scared them 
up, and I also felt that he partly owed 
his good luck to me. I was very 
anxious to see something to shoot at and 
was keeping my eyes open for game. 
T HE next morn- 
ing we took 
the horses 
with us and went 
to the place where 
the two big bucks 
were and tied the 
horses up there. 
Then we went on 
around the side of 
old Mt. Pitt to hunt 
a while before we 
started back to 
camp. Riley took 
the lower side and 
I kept higher up. I 
had the dogs with 
me and was on the 
lookout for any 
kind of game that 
showed up. Once 
two big bucks 
jumped up right in 
front of me, not 
over fifty yards 
away, and went 
tearing off down 
the hill at a terrific rate, but were 
out of my sight before I had hardly 
time to get my gun off of my shoulder, 
let alone get a bead on them. 
They kept straight on down the hill 
and in a few minutes I heard Riley’s 
rifle commence to crack, bang, bang, 
bang, seven or eight times. I sat down 
and waited, for I knew if he needed 
M Y anxiety 
was to be 
r e lieved 
sooner than I ex- 
pected, for upon 
coming to the edge 
of the timber, what 
should I see but a 
big grizzly coming 
towards me. He 
was not over sixty 
yards away and 
was walking along 
slowly over the 
rocks, with his head 
down, perfectly ob- 
livious of every- 
thing, and especial- 
ly of the fact that 
a man with a gun 
and a dog was so 
close to him and 
ready to dispute 
the way, for in 
those days I feared 
nothing that 
roamed the woods 
and had no thought other than to open 
up the fight, even if it was close quar- 
ters. 
Just as I raised the gun to my shoul- 
der he stopped and raised one paw to 
the side of his head, apparently to 
brush off a fly or something, and just 
then I fired, intending to pour one bul- 
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It took us some time to skin the bear 
I came to a large grassy place on a 
kind of bench, and here I discovered an 
elk’s track. From the size of it I sup- 
posed it to have been made by a cow, 
and after tracking around awhile I 
could see that the elk was alone. The 
track was not fresh and I soon found 
that Trailor could not follow it, so I 
circled the edge of the opening and 
