back during thought that I had not come too late. I decided the young jungle came & go to the north on its rid, side, so started I went along the side of the valley show its patches of woods stretching the hill sides, while the younger branches striking over its rid. later next. I had not been gone more than an hour that just crossed across the lower end of a deep ravine when I heard a rapid bark close & whistled me. It was a harsh deep toned bark exactly like one I had heard in Korea and caused by a switch of riverigators called a 'transport' of bungle'. I turned almost to be naturally thrilled as due by an electric shock, and worked cautiously drop its rid side towards the sound. I believed it to be some distance away, further than it really was, & as I kept latter trips of the ridge bordering its rivers while I had crossed lower down a splendid bull wapiti rushed off down its trees. He had been standing on the very bottom of the ravine feeding on its tender grass. There was no chance to shoot because of the heavy cover from when I saw him again running along the side of its front on the hillside, there was such a screen of branches between us that a shot would have been useless. Cursing myself for all sorts of