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The Triumphant Life of Theodore Roosevelt edited by J. Martin Miller

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LIFE IN THE WEST 93<br />

AN EXCITING ELK HUNT<br />

In 1S91, Mr. <strong>Roosevelt</strong> made an elk hunt in northwestern<br />

Wyoming among the Shoshone Mountains, and his description<br />

<strong>of</strong> the trip makes the reader tingle with excitement as he fol-<br />

lows every step <strong>of</strong> the chase from the moment the call <strong>of</strong> the<br />

bull elk echoes through the woodland until the proud giant <strong>of</strong><br />

the forest falls beneath the unerring shot <strong>of</strong> the hunter.<br />

"It was very exciting," says Mr. <strong>Roosevelt</strong> in telling <strong>of</strong> one<br />

adventure, "as we crept toward the great bull, and the chal-<br />

lenge sounded nearer and nearer. While we were still at<br />

some distance the pealing notes were like those <strong>of</strong> a bugle,<br />

delivered in two bars, first rising, then abruptly falling; as we<br />

drew nearer they took on a harsh, squealing sound. Each<br />

call made our veins thrill; it sounded like the cry <strong>of</strong> some<br />

huge beast <strong>of</strong> prey. At last we heard the roar <strong>of</strong> the chal-<br />

lenge not eighty yards <strong>of</strong>f. Stealing forward three or four<br />

yards, I saw the tips <strong>of</strong> the horns through a mass <strong>of</strong> dead tim-<br />

ber and young growth, and I slipped to one side to get a clean<br />

shot. Seeing us, but not making out what we were, and full<br />

<strong>of</strong> fierce and insolent excitement, the wapiti bull stepped<br />

boldly toward us with a stately swinging gait. <strong>The</strong>n he stood<br />

motionless, facing us, barely fifty yards away, his handsome<br />

twelve-tined antlers tossed al<strong>of</strong>t; as he held his head with the<br />

lordly grace <strong>of</strong> his kind, I fired into his chest, and as he turned<br />

I raced forward and shot him in the flank; but the second bul-<br />

let was not needed, for the first wound was mortal, and he<br />

fell before going fifty yards.<br />

"<strong>The</strong> dead elk lay among the young evergreens. <strong>The</strong><br />

huge, shapely body was set on legs that were as strong as<br />

steel rods, and yet slender, clean, and smooth; they were in<br />

color a beautiful dark brown, contrasting well with the yellow-

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