The Yale expositor., 1909-11-26

previous success with the
moose that when my hunt
er, Albert, proposed a re-
treat up the trail of five miles to a
high sugar-loaf mountain on the Tuya
mountains, | consented. / 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.
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 shell
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. 1t 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 a dismal
howl of fear.
Albert seems to have kept his head
with admirable presence of mind, and
Ill he via
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 skunk away.
September 20 is one of the red-let-
ter days of my life, so / 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
the world was spread before our won
dering eyes. Four thousand feet be-
low was the Tanzilla, lost in great
golden splashes of cottonwood, birch
and poplar. SUGGESTIONS 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. 1t was a 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.
81 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 IL miles,
and / was feeling very tired and had
great difficulty in breathing in the
rarefied atmosphere.
1--WE will just look this last valley"
said Albert, moving to the left. /
searched with the glass and then
gave it to Albert, who had hardly
placed 1t to his eye when he dropped
II, excitedly exclaiming:
Caribou plenty big bulls!"
I tore the telescope from his
hand and, looking in the direction he
pointed, saw a herd of over so carl
bou. including at least IL 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 well 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 we're
descending the hill. They stopped
frequently to feed, and II was fully
half an hour before the first stag, ac-
companied by two or three kinds.
stood opposite our hiding place. What