The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1909-12-17

" Is rare among those who fol-
low the hunting trail I had
- been chasing big game on
and OF tor more than 20
years without any misfortune except
such as were due to accidents In ca
noes or boats. but now | nearly came
10 an end through catching com.
mon cold In Telegraph creek. The
weather had been deplorable for eight
days. constant snow and rain. which
drove the cold down into my chest and
on to my lungs. Before reaching
Dease lake | experienced a dull pain
at the base OF the right lung and felt
a difficulty In breathing. During the
night | had n slight fever: but as 1t
started fine on the morning of Septem-
Der 8. resolved to ascend the noun.
tains toward Eagle river, in the hope
that both the weather and my health
might improve. 1t was foolish thing
to do: but then we are al. foolish
sometimes.
After overcoming many obstacles
we finally made camp at about 1000
feet. where there was good grazing
for the horses. and started upward
again the following morning.
My illness not improving any. and
after encountering many other OBJ.
stacles. We finally determined to
return to the lower levels at Dease
lake. Here lay for two days, when,
the sun coming out. the fever sudden.
ly left me with only bronchitis to
struggle with. The following day the
glorious sunshine continued, and re-
solved to return to Telegraph creek.
being quite unfit to hunt and with
that intention set of homewards. 1t
was lovely morning. Just the morn
ing for hunting, the hills covered with
snow and even the low ground DOW.
dered with a thin coating Just enough
Tor tracking. The glistening Tanzilla
danced with reflected lights from the
golden cotton-woods and scarlet blue
berry bushes. Everything called the
hunter. and yet We were going back.
l had sold part of my collection Of
birds to do this trip: my wife would
be more distressed than l. Would |
get down the ever-rainy Stikine with
my chest in such a mess? Now |
should never have those splendid
moose and caribou horns to put in the
places l had already made for them
IN my museum at home-all these mis-
cradle thoughts crowded the mind as
we sloshed along the trail in the b!az-
Ing sun. Yet how good 1t felt after
that cold wilderness up above, and
how thankful ought to be that was
alive-nice comfortable reflections
these, more in keeping with "respecta.
BILE middle age" And yet we are 10th
to abandon our youthful ambitions.
and defeat is thing few of US can
bear with equanimity.
Yes. 1t was all an utter failure-but
what Is the matter? Albert and the
bell mare have stopped and the hunt.
er is gazing intently at something at
his feet. Nothing would make him
stop but a moose track and that a
fresh one. He not gone far you
come" he said. laconically. and was
on my horse in a minute. vhis.
pered to Jimmy to go on a mile and
camp. and then l slipped into the
heavy brush and took to the undulat.
Ing hills. The track was burning
fresh. and the moose. evidently a yery
large bull. feeding at intervals as he
walked. few hundred yards and ne
saw such unmtstakable signs that our
quarry was close In front of US that
the utmost caution was necessary Al.
bert kept glancing to left and right
as the wood became more open.
Getting bout time to lie down" he
said.
Presently we emerged into an omen
space OF burnt timber. some standing
and some fallen. great mass of noisy
debris that made still" hunting even
tn moccasins an tmpossibility. We
paused as We were about to enter II
when there was a great crash to OH,
left.
"Look-shoot quick" said the In
dinn: but knew at once what II was
and my rife was already up trying n
find an open space between that world
of wooden spilikins where my bullet
could go to its mark. 1t was a poo,
chance. as the bull silently moved