I found the strangers round a doe elk the driver had killed; and one of 'em said he was sure he had killed one lower down.

I asked him if he had horns.

He said he didn't see any.

I put the dogs on where he said he had shot, and they didn't go fur before they came to a halt.

I went up, and there lay a fine buck elk; and though his horns were four or five feet long, the fellow who shot him was so scared that he never saw them.