The Carlisle independent., 1909-11-25

 A CT, Albert, proposed a re- treat up the trail of five miles to a high sugar-loaf mountain on the Tuya mountains, I consented. I meant to take some chances in a second at tempt to get the big caribou. Soon we reached a point opposite the noun tain, and then the hard work began I drove the horses and the Indians went in front cutting down trees, for we had to force our own trail.
 Snow was falling when we got into camp, so Albert put up his own little tent and alongside it the small shel ter which he always carried for his four dogs. After supper, having fed the dogs, the trapper sat late over the fire smoking his pipe, when, looking over his shoulder, he saw an immense wolf standing at his side. As he moved the wolf gripped him firmly by the shoulder, but did not succeed in throwing him down. It might be thought that the dogs which were ly- ing on the other side of the fire would have growled and at once attacked the wolf, but this was not the case with the dogs of Cassiar. On the contrary, they retreated into their shelter, where they set up dismal howl of fear.
 Albert seems to have kept his head with admirable presence of mind, and being unable to reach the ax or rife, he grabbed the first weapon that came handiest, namely, burning brand from the fire. With this he struck the wolf three times lightly on the nose, when it at length let go, and he gave it a stunning crack over the head. The wolf now slunk away.
 September 20 is one of the red-let- ter days of my life, so I must give it in full At dawn we moved our outfit about four miles to the highest clump of wood The walking for once was easy and firm, and as we forced our way through the last of the willow scrub, one of the finest landscapes in dering eyes. Four thousand feet be- low was the Tanzilla, lost in great golden splashes of cottonwood birch and poplar. Successions of deep green fir woods rolled away to the west as far as the grand canyon of the Stikine, and looking beyond were huge mountains between that river and the Iskoot now covered with deep and permanent snow. It was glorious day for spying, and on every point of commanding eminence we stopped and worked the glass industriously. There were hundreds of likely spots for the great caribou, but not one could we find
 'I guess wolves scare him right out of the country" said Albert, as he closed the glass with an irritable snap.
 We had now walked about 12 miles, and I was feeling very tired and had great difficulty in breathing in the raref1ed atmosphere.
 we will just look this last valley" said Albert, moving to the left Il searched with the glass and then gave it to Albert. who had hardly placed it to his eye when he dropped it, excitedly exclaiming:
 Caribou! plenty big bulls!"
 tore the telescope from his hand and, looking in the direction he pointed, saw herd of over 50 carl bou, including at least 12 bulls. Our first move was to descend into the valley and hide the horse.
 The wind was blowing directly in our faces, so that all went we'll until we reached the last stick of cover. From this point we had fine view of the caribou, many of which had by this time risen to their feet and were descending the hill. They stopped frequently to feed, and it was fully half an hour before the first stag, ac- companied by two or three minds, stood opposite our hiding place. What