The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1909-11-26

and ! felt so elated with my
nreyious success with the
moose that when my hunt
4 er, Albert, proposed a re-
root I'm the trail Of five miles to a
HIGH sugar.loaf mountain on the Tuya
maintains, 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.
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 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
being unable to reach the ak or rifle,
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 1t
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 greer
FIR woods rolled away to the west as
lar as the grand canyon of the
Sdkine, and looking beyond were huge
mountains between that river and the
lsEoot now covered with deep ant
permanent snow. 1t was a gloriou:
gay for spying, and on every point o
commanding eminence we stopped ant
worked the glass industriously. Their
were hundreds of likely spots for thu
great caribou, but not one could w
find.
l guess wolves scare him right on
OF the country" said Albert, as h
closed the glass with an irritable
snap.
We had now walked about Il miles
and | was feeling very tired and hat
great difficulty in breathing in tn
fareded atmosphere.
We will just look this last valley,
said Albert, moving to the left.
searched with the glass and thel
gave 1t to Albert, who had hardl
paced 1t to his eye when he dr0ppe
II, excitedly exclaiming:
Caribou! plenty big bulls"
\ tore the telescope from hi
nand, and, looking in the direction h
pointed, saw herd of over SO car
you, including at least II bulls. Gu
afst move was to descend into tn
valley and hide the horse.
Inc wind was blowing directly
Our faces, so that all went we'll unit
We reached the last stick of cove
from this point we had fine view {
e caribou, many of which had
.llS ume risen to their feet and wei
descending the hill. They stoppe
nsquently to feed, and it was full
au an hour before the first stag, a
mpanled by two or three hind
''0u opposite our hiding place. VIII,