hook　by　ransacking　my　memory　for　whatever　data　I　possessed　on　the
  subject　in　hand。　　To　begin　with；　I　emphasized　that　the　animal　was
  prehistoric；　and　marshalled　all　my　facts　in　support　of　this。　　I
  mentioned　the　Siberian　sand…bars　that　abounded　with　ancient　mammoth
  bones；　spoke　of　the　large　quantities　of　fossil　ivory　purchased　from
  the　Innuits　by　the　Alaska　Commercial　Company；　and　acknowledged
  having　myself　mined　six…　and　eight…foot　tusks　from　the　pay　gravel
  of　the　Klondike　creeks。　　〃All　fossils；〃　I　concluded；　〃found　in　the
  midst　of　debris　deposited　through　countless　ages。〃
  〃I　remember　when　I　was　a　kid；〃　Thomas　Stevens　sniffed　（he　had　a
  most　confounded　way　of　sniffing）；　〃that　I　saw　a　petrified　water…
  melon。　　Hence；　though　mistaken　persons　sometimes　delude　themselves
  into　thinking　that　they　are　really　raising　or　eating　them；　there
  are　no　such　things　as　extant　water…melons？〃
  〃But　the　question　of　food；〃　I　objected；　ignoring　his　point；　which
  was　puerile　and　without　bearing。　　〃The　soil　must　bring　forth
  vegetable　life　in　lavish　abundance　to　support　so　monstrous
  creations。　　Nowhere　in　the　North　is　the　soil　so　prolific。　　Ergo；
  the　mammoth　cannot　exist。〃
  〃I　pardon　your　ignorance　concerning　many　matters　of　this　Northland；
  for　you　are　a　young　man　and　have　travelled　little；　but；　at　the　same
  time；　I　am　inclined　to　agree　with　you　on　one　thing。　　The　mammoth　no
  longer　exists。　　How　do　I　know？　　I　killed　the　last　one　with　my　own
  right　arm。〃
  Thus　spake　Nimrod；　the　mighty　Hunter。　　I　threw　a　stick　of　firewood
  at　the　dogs　and　bade　them　quit　their　unholy　howling；　and　waited。
  Undoubtedly　this　liar　of　singular　felicity　would　open　his　mouth　and
  requite　me　for　my　St。　Elias　bear。
  〃It　was　this　way；〃　he　at　last　began；　after　the　appropriate　silence
  had　intervened。　　〃I　was　in　camp　one　day〃
  〃Where？〃　I　interrupted。
  He　waved　his　hand　vaguely　in　the　direction　of　the　north…east；　where
  stretched　a　TERRA　INCOGNITA　into　which　vastness　few　men　have
  strayed　and　fewer　emerged。　　〃I　was　in　camp　one　day　with　Klooch。
  Klooch　was　as　handsome　a　little　KAMOOKS　as　ever　whined　betwixt　the
  traces　or　shoved　nose　into　a　camp　kettle。　　Her　father　was　a　full…
  blood　Malemute　from　Russian　Pastilik　on　Bering　Sea；　and　I　bred　her；
  and　with　understanding；　out　of　a　clean…legged　bitch　of　the　Hudson
  Bay　stock。　　I　tell　you；　O　man；　she　was　a　corker　combination。　　And
  now；　on　this　day　I　have　in　mind；　she　was　brought　to　pup　through　a
  pure　wild　wolf　of　the　woodsgrey；　and　long　of　limb；　with　big　lungs
  and　no　end　of　staying　powers。　　Say！　　Was　there　ever　the　like？　　It
  was　a　new　breed　of　dog　I　had　started；　and　I　could　look　forward　to
  big　things。
  〃As　I　have　said；　she　was　brought　neatly　to　pup；　and　safely
  delivered。　　I　was　squatting　on　my　hams　over　the　litterseven
  sturdy；　blind　little　beggarswhen　from　behind　came　a　bray　of
  trumpets　and　crash　of　brass。　　There　was　a　rush；　like　the　wind…
  squall　that　kicks　the　heels　of　the　rain；　and　I　was　midway　to　my
  feet　when　knocked　flat　on　my　face。　　At　the　same　instant　I　heard
  Klooch　sigh；　very　much　as　a　man　does　when　you've　planted　your　fist
  in　his　belly。　　You　can　stake　your　sack　I　lay　quiet；　but　I　twisted
  my　head　around　and　saw　a　huge　bulk　swaying　above　me。　　Then　the　blue
  sky　flashed　into　view　and　I　got　to　my　feet。　　A　hairy　mountain　of
  flesh　was　just　disappearing　in　the　underbrush　on　the　edge　of　the
  open。　　I　caught　a　rear…end　glimpse；　with　a　stiff　tail；　as　big　in
  girth　as　my　body；　standing　out　straight　behind。　　The　next　second
  only　a　tremendous　hole　remained　in　the　thicket；　though　I　could
  still　hear　the　sounds　as　of　a　tornado　dying　quickly　away；
  underbrush　ripping　and　tearing；　and　trees　snapping　and　crashing。
  〃I　cast　about　for　my　rifle。　　It　had　been　lying　on　the　ground　with
  the　muzzle　against　a　log；　but　now　the　stock　was　smashed；　the　barrel
  out　of　line；　and　the　working…gear　in　a　thousand　bits。　　Then　I
  looked　for　the　slut；　andand　what　do　you　suppose？〃
  I　shook　my　head。
  〃May　my　soul　burn　in　a　thousand　hells　if　there　was　anything　left　of
  her！　　Klooch；　the　seven　sturdy；　blind　little　beggarsgone；　all
  gone。　　Where　she　had　stretched　was　a　slimy；　bloody　depression　in
  the　soft　earth；　all　of　a　yard　in　diameter；　and　around　the　edges　a
  few　scattered　hairs。〃
  I　measured　three　feet　on　the　snow；　threw　about　it　a　circle；　and
  glanced　at　Nimrod。
  〃The　beast　was　thirty　long　and　twenty　high；〃　he　answered；　〃and　its
  tusks　scaled　over　six　times　three　feet。　　I　couldn't　believe；
  myself；　at　the　time；　for　all　that　it　had　just　happened。　　But　if　my
  senses　had　played　me；　there　was　the　broken　gun　and　the　hole　in　the
  brush。　　And　there　wasor；　rather；　there　was　notKlooch　and　the
  pups。　　O　man；　it　makes　me　hot　all　over　now　when　I　think　of　it
  Klooch！　　Another　Eve！　　The　mother　of　a　new　race！　　And　a　rampaging；
  ranting；　old　bull　mammoth；　like　a　second　flood；　wiping　them；　root
  and　branch；　off　the　face　of　the　earth！　　Do　you　wonder　that　the
  blood…soaked　earth　cried　out　to　high　God？　　Or　that　I　grabbed　the
  hand…axe　and　took　the　trail？〃
  〃The　hand…axe？〃　I　exclaimed；　startled　out　of　myself　by　the　picture。
  〃The　hand…axe；　and　a　big　bull　mammoth；　thirty　feet　long；　twenty
  feet〃
  Nimrod　joined　me　in　my　merriment；　chuckling　gleefully。　　〃Wouldn't
  it　kill　you？〃　he　cried。　　〃Wasn't　it　a　beaver's　dream？　　Many's　the
  time　I've　laughed　about　it　since；　but　at　the　time　it　was　no
  laughing　matter；　I　was　that　danged　mad；　what　of　the　gun　and　Klooch。
  Think　of　it；　O　man！　　A　brand…new；　unclassified；　uncopyrighted
  breed；　and　wiped　out　before　ever　it　opened　its　eyes　or　took　out　its
  intention　papers！　　Well；　so　be　it。　　Life's　full　of　disappointments；
  and　rightly　so。　　Meat　is　best　after　a　famine；　and　a　bed　soft　after
  a　hard　trail。
  〃As　I　was　saying；　I　took　out　after　the　beast　with　the　hand…axe；　and
  hung　to　its　heels　down　the　valley；　but　when　he　circled　back　toward
  the　head；　I　was　left　winded　at　the　lower　end。　　Speaking　of　grub；　I
  might　as　well　stop　long　enough　to　explain　a　couple　of　points。　　Up
  thereabouts；　in　the　midst　of　the　mountains；　is　an　almighty　curious
  formation。　　There　is　no　end　of　little　valleys；　each　like　the　other
  much　as　peas　in　a　pod；　and　all　neatly　tucked　away　with　straight；
  rocky　walls　rising　on　all　sides。　　And　at　the　lower　ends　are　always
  small　openings　where　the　drainage　or　glaciers　must　have　broken　out。
  The　only　way　in　is　through　these　mouths；　and　they　are　all　small；
  and　some　smaller　than　others。　　As　to　grubyou've　slushed　around　on
  the　rain…soaked　islands　of　the　Alaskan　coast　down　Sitka　way；　most
  likely；　seeing　as　you're　a　traveller。　　And　you　know　how　stuff　grows
  therebig；　and　juicy；　and　jungly。　　Well；　that's　the　way　it　was
  with　those　valleys。　　Thick；　rich　soil；　with　ferns　and　grasses　and
  such　things　in　patches　higher　than　your　head。　　Rain　three　days　out
  of　four　during　the　summer　months；　and　food　in　them　for　a　thousand
  mammoths；　to　say　nothing　of　small　game　for　man。
  〃But　to　get　back。　　Down　at　the　lower　end　of　the　valley　I　got　winded
  and　gave　over。　　I　began　to　speculate；　for　when　my　wind　left　me　my
  dander　got　hotter　and　hotter；　and　I　knew　I'd　never　know　peace　of
  mind　till　I　dined　on　roasted　mammoth…foot。　　And　I　knew；　also；　that
  that　stood　for　SKOOKUM　MAMOOK　PUKAPUKexcuse　Chinook；　I　mean　there
  was　a　big　fight　coming。　　Now　the　mouth　of　my　valley　was　very
  narrow；　and　the　walls　steep。　　High　up　on　one　side　was　one　of　those
  big　pivot　rocks；　or　balancing　rocks；　as　some　call　them；　weighing
  all　of　a　couple　of　hundred　tons。　　Just　the　thing。　　I　hit　back　for
  camp；　keeping　an　eye　open　so　the　bull　couldn't　slip　past；　and　got
  my　ammunition。　　It　wasn't　worth　anything　with　the　rifle　smashed；　so
  I　opened　the　shells；　planted　the　powder　under　the　rock；　and　touched
  it　off　with　slow　fuse。　　Wasn't　much　of　a　charge；　but　the　old
  boulder　tilted　up　lazily　and　dropped　down　into　place；　with　just
  space　enough　to　let　the　creek　drain　nicely。　　Now　I　had　him。〃
  〃But　how　did　you　have　him？〃　I　queried。　　〃Who　ever　heard　of　a　man
  killing　a　mammoth　with　a　hand…axe？　　And；　for　that　matter；　with
  anything　else？〃
  〃O　man；　have　I　not　told　you　I　was　mad？〃　Nimrod　replied；　with　a
  slight　manifestation　of　sensitiveness。　　〃Mad　clean　through；　what　of
  Klooch　and　the　gun。　　Also；　was　I　not　a　hunter？　　And　was　this　not
  new　and　most　unusual　game？　　A　hand…axe？　　Pish！　　I　did　not　need　it。
  Listen；　and　you　shall　hear　of　a　hunt；　such　as　might　have　happened
  in　the　youth　of　the　world　when　cavemen　rounded　up　the　kill　with
  hand…axe　of　stone。　　Such　would　have　served　me　as　well。　　Now　is　it
  not　a　fact　that　man　can　outwalk　the　dog　or　horse？　　That　he　can　wear
  them　out　with　the　intelligence　of　his　endurance？〃
  I　nodded。
  〃Well？〃
  The　light　broke　in　on　me；　and　I　bade　him　continue。
  〃My　valley　was　perhaps　five　miles　around。　　The　mouth　was　closed。
  There　was　no　way　to　get　out。　　A　timid　beast　was　that　bull　mammoth；
  and　I　had　him　at　my　mercy。　　I　got　on　his　heels　again　hollered　like
  a　fiend；　pelted　him　with　cobb