This, however, is not a rule without an exception, as the elk on some occasions takes a totally different direction, and gives a hard day's work.

It was on July 27, 1852, that I had a run of this kind.
It was six A.M.when my youngest brother and I started from the foot of Pedro to ascend the mountain.

The path is three miles long, through jungle the whole way to the summit.

There were fresh tracks of elk near the top of the mountain; the dew lay heavily upon the leaves, and the scent was evidently strong, as Merriman and Ploughboy, the two leading hounds, dashed off upon it, followed by the whole pack.

In a few minutes we heard them in full cry about a quarter of a mile from us, going straight down the hill.