opped to send a wireless message. Bill skulked behind a
pine tree to see what I would do and give me a scare, when I came
along.

When I inquired what had kept him out all night, he said that he got
so big a job on his hands that he could not get to camp. Bill said
that he had got about half way down the side of the hill from the
ridge leading down into the Conley River, when he jumped a buck,
which Bill said slid down the hill like a greased rag. He fired at
the pile and happened to catch him well back to the hips. The deer
being wounded through the small intestines made it very sick, but it
was still able to lead Bill a merry chase. Bill had been working from
the middle of the forenoon until about three o'clock in the afternoon
before he was able to get in a finishing shot on the buck. While
following the deer, he had come near one of the places where we had a
bear trap set and found that a bear had been caught. He followed the
trail a little ways, and as it led in an opposite direction from that
taken by the deer, Bill said he thought he would finish one job at a
time, so he continued after the deer.

Before Bill was able to get in the finishing shot on the deer, it had
swung around in the direction of the trail of the bear, so that when
Bill finally got the buck, he knew that he could not be far from the
trail of the bear. He hung up the saddles of the deer, which he had
started to take to camp, and let the bear rest until the next
morning. After hanging up the saddles he didn't search long until he
found the trail of the bear, and followed the trail only a little
ways, when he found Bruin fast in a clump of brush. Bill then killed
the bear, and taking out the entrails, rolled the carcass up over a
log and again started for camp with the deer saddles. He did not go
far when it was so dark that it was difficult to travel and carry the
deer saddles and gun, so Bill said he thought he would build a little
shelter and camp for the night.

Bill had started for camp with the saddles of the buck as soon as he
could see to travel. He was near the top of the ridge on his way to
camp and had sat down to rest when I came to the brow of the hill and
began to "co-hoop" to see if I could get any word from him, which I
did and much closer than expected. Bill brought his load up to where
I was, and threw it down with the remark "I suppose that you did not
think to bring along an extra lunch, did you?" When I told him I had
the