We followed him down along the bank which was here a flat meadow with thick bunches of willows, and soon came pretty near to Mr.Elk who started off on a high and lofty trot.

As he passed an opening in the bushes I put a ball through his head and he fell.

He was a monster.

Rogers, who was a butcher, said it would weigh five hundred or six hundred pounds.

The horns were fully six feet long, and by placing the horns on the ground, point downwards, one could walk under the skull between them.