was as pleased as thr' she had killed the buck herself and listened to my recital of the hunt with shining eyes while I had a cup of steamy coffee & a smoke. She told me that the young Mrogl hunter had wounded a deer & had returned to camp to take track it with the dog. Half an hour later we heard a shot over just above us in the valley into which and at a short time the Mrogl rode in with a fine 3 yr old buck behind his saddle. He had not been able to find his wounded deer but had picked up this on its way home. He photographed the animals after which'd measured & skinned them. The Mrogl's were already cooking off the viscera which they seem to prefer to all else. It was cut in chunks & all broiled together. They gorged themselves & replenish & then rolled up in their chaps & sleep like it was. Time to start for the after evening hunt. Mr moved camp the next a.m. for most of us had seen game and pitched our tents at the