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at once, on the other side, struck new spoor of another 
bull-elk, which, even to my untrained eye, was con¬ 
spicuously larger than that we had followed all day. 
The spoor of an ordinary bull-elk, I may here say, is 
a gigantic affair—huge ragged hollows like sepulchres 
sunk in the peat. The annexed photo shows the relative 
sizes of the hoofs of a bull-elk, of a reindeer buck, 
and of an average red stag of ten points, all of 
HOOFS OF ELK, REINDEER, AND RED DEER. 
which I shot this same season. The latter weighed 
sixteen stone, the reindeer twenty-six, and the elk 
eighty or ninety, while some of the big old bulls 
reach a hundred stone. Never, whispered Ole, in his 
twelve-years’ experience, had he seen a spoor the like of 
that now before us. We followed it a short distance, 
then returned to the first. Both tracks pointed eastward 
—our first beast had doubled the head of the lake— 
leading to higher forest beyond. We returned to B., 
