It was a splendid sight to witness the bounding spring of Killbuck as he pinned an elk at bay that no other dog could touch.

He had a peculiar knack of seizing that I never saw equalled; no matter where or in what position an elk might be, he was sure to have him.

When once started from the slips it was certain death to the animal he coursed, and even when out of view, and the elk had taken to the jungle, I have seen the dog, with his nose to the ground, following upon the scent at full speed like a foxhound.

I never heard him bark at game when at bay.

With a bulldog courage he would recklessly fly straight at the animal's head, unheeding the wounds received in the struggle.