In the Yellowstone the animals seem always to behave as one wishes them to! It is always possible to see the sheep and deer and antelope, and also the great herds of elk, which are shyer than the smaller beasts.

In April we found the elk weak after the short commons and hard living of winter.

Once without much difficulty I regularly rounded up a big band of them, so that John Burroughs could look at them.

I do not think, however, that he cared to see them as much as I did.

The birds interested him more, especially a tiny owl the size of a robin which we saw perched on the top of a tree in mid-afternoon entirely uninfluenced by the sun and making a queer noise like a cork being pulled from a bottle.