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had certainly died happy. He had literally eaten 
himself to death, and his body was so distended 
from gorging that it was as round as a ball. Colonel 
Roosevelt also photographed it, so that there will be 
no lack of evidence if the incident ever reaches the 
controversial stage. 
The third cow killed by Colonel Roosevelt was 
too small for the group, so the skin was divided up 
as souvenirs of the day. We each got a foot, 
fifteen square feet of skin, and one of the ears was 
saved for the colonel. 
We then started on the long two hours’ ride back 
to the Roosevelt camp, arriving there at a few min¬ 
utes before one o’clock. We had not been in camp 
ten minutes before a whirlwind came along, blew 
down a tent, and in another minute was gone. 
A big American flag was flying from the col¬ 
onel’s tent, and he came out and greeted us with the 
utmost cordiality and warmth. In honor of the 
occasion he had put on his coat and a green knit 
tie. He was beaming with pleasure at the result of 
the elephant hunt and seemed proud that he was to 
have elephants in the American Museum group to 
be done by Mr. Akeley. Heller was stuffing some 
birds and mice and was as slouchy, deliberate and as 
full of dry humor as any one I’ve ever seen. He is 
a character of a most likable type. Tarlton, small, 
with short cropped red hair—a sort of Scotchman 
in appearance—is also a remarkable type. He has 
a quiet voice, never raised in tone, and talks like the 
university man that he is. He is a famous lion 
