exhausted that I could not draw the bead, so I ran up and
thrust the muzzle of my rifle against the animal's ribs and
fired, when he fell dead at my feet. My brother was not much
hurt, the horns of the elk had not penetrated through the
ample folds of his hunting shirt, which held him to the
ground. (The hunter's shirt was made sufficiently large so
that he could stow a week's provisions about the belt.)
George had fired on the elk, only wounding him, and so en-
raging the beast that he turned on the hunter and compelled
George to take refuge in a high upturned root where he fought
with his clubbed rifle till he had nothing left but the bent
barrel, when the maddened elk finally dislodged him, with the
above result. Our capture was a valuable one, but did not
compensate for George's gun."
An Encounter With Wolves at Shade River
George Warth and Peter Niswonger took their rifles and
went out for a hunt. After traveling some time they came to
a ridge that ran to near the mouth of Shade river, when Warth
said to Niswonger, "You go on the bottom on one side of
the ridge and I will take the other side and will come together
at the end of the ridge on the bank of Shade river." They
started thus, but Niswonger got out of the way, and came
out above the second ridge. Warth went directly to the river
end of the ridge-there sat seven to ten wolves. They showed
no alarm at his approach, the largest walked toward him, the
others following. He shot the foremost one, and it fell dead.
He reloaded his rifle as soon as he could, for the wolves
indicated fight. Then he went into the river until the water
was up to his hips, and wolves went in after him. He shot
the foremost one through the shoulder and he went back to
the water's edge and sat down and looked at him. He de-
fended himself with his empty rifle, broke the stock in many
pieces, and then fought them with the empty barrel. He had
the advantage of being in the water deep enough to swim the
