s. O'Shaughnessy the
other. We were to meet where the valley terminated in a broad pass. We
felt sure we could get a chance at what elk there might be in the
valley. We were following fresh tracks, and a little of the hunter's
enthusiasm seized me.

We had not followed them far when three cows and a "spike" came
running out of the pines a little ahead of us. Instantly Mr. Haynes's
gun flew to his shoulder and a deafening report jarred our ears. He
ran forward, but I stood still, fascinated by what I saw. Our side of
the valley was bounded by a rim of rock. Over the rim was a sheer wall
of rock for two hundred feet, to where the Gros Ventre was angrily
roaring below; on the other side of the stream rose the red cliffs
with their jagged crags. At the report of the gun two huge blocks of
stone almost as large as a house detached themselves and fell. At the
same instant one of the quaking asp groves began to move slowly. I
couldn't believe my eyes. I shut them a moment, but when I looked the
grove was moving faster. It slid swiftly, and I could plainly hear the
rattle of stones falling against stones, until with a muffled roar the
whole hillside fell into the stream.

Mr. Haynes came running back. "What is the matter? Are you hurt? Why
didn't you shoot?" he asked.

I waved my hand weakly toward where the great mound of tangled
trees and earth blocked the water. "Why," he said, "that is only a
landslide, not an earthquake. You are as white as a ghost. Come on up
here and see my fine elk."

I sat on a log watching him dress his elk. We have found it best not
to remove the skin, but the elk have to be quartered so as to load
them on to a horse. Mrs. O'Shaughnessy and Mr. Struble came out of the
woods just then. They had seen a big bunch of elk headed by a splendid
bull, but got no shot, and the elk went out of the pass. They had
heard our shot, and came across to see what luck.

"What iver is the matter with ye?" asked Mrs. O'Shaughnessy. Mr.
Haynes told her. They had heard the noise, but had thought it thunder.
Mr. Haynes told me that if I would "chirk up" he would give me his elk
teeth. Though I don't admire them, they are considered valuable;
however, his elk was a cow, and they don't have as nice teeth as do
bulls.

We had lunch, and the men covered the elk with pine boughs to keep the
camp robbers from pecking it full of holes. Next day the men would
come with the horses and pack it in to camp. We all felt refresh