Monday morning we were on the hunting grounds shortly after sunrise.
At the first drive a beautiful buck roe deer ran out of a ravine
into the main valley where I was stationed. Suddenly he caught sight
of us where we sat under a rock and stopped with head thrown up and
one foot raised. I shall never forget the beautiful picture which he
made standing there against the background of snow with the sun
glancing on his antlers. Before I could shoot he was off at top
speed bounding over the bushes parallel to us. My first shot just
creased his back, but the second caught him squarely in the
shoulder, while he was in mid-air, turning him over in a complete
somersault.

A few moments later we saw the two beaters on the hill run toward
each other excitedly and felt sure they had seen something besides
roebuck. When they reached us they reported that seven wapiti had
run out directly between them and over the ridge.

The climb to the top of the mountain was an ordeal. It was the
highest ridge on that side of the valley and every time we reached
what appeared to be the crest, another and higher summit loomed
above us. We followed the tracks of the animals into a series of
ravines which ran down on the opposite side of the mountain and
tried a drive. It was too large a territory for our four beaters,
and the animals escaped unobserved up one of the valleys. Na-mon-gin
and I sat on the hillside for an hour in the icy wind. We were both
shaking with cold and I doubt if I could have hit a wapiti if it had
stopped fifty feet away.

Harry saw a young elk go into a mass of birch scrub in the bottom of
the valley, and when he descended to drive it out, his hunter
discovered a huge bull walking slowly up a ravine not two hundred
yards from me but under cover of the hill and beyond my sight.

A little before dark we started home by way of a deep ravine which
extended out to the main valley. We were talking in a low tone and I
was smoking a cigarette--my rifle slung over my shoulder. Suddenly
Harry exclaimed, "Great Scott, Roy! There's a _ma-lu_."

On the instant his rifle banged, and I looked up just in time to see
a bull wapiti stop on an open slope of the ravine about ninety yards
away. Before I had unslung my rifle Harry fired again, but he could
not see the notch in his rear sight and both bullets went high.

Through the peep sight in my Mannlicher the animal was perfectly
visible, and when I fired, the bull dropped like le