Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1909-11-25
- HE weather seemed set fine
and | felt so elated with my
previous success with the
moose that when my hunt

II er, Albert, proposed re-
treat nm the trail of five miles to a
high sugar-loaf mountain on the Tuya
mountains, | consented. | meant to
take some chances in 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 satlate 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 dismal
howl of fear.
Albert seems to have kept his head
With admirable presence of mind, and
being unable to reach the AK or rlf1e,
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 l must give ii
in full. At dawn we moved our outfit
about four miles to the highest clumI
of wood. The walking for once was
easy and firm. and as we forced oul
way through the last of the willow
scrub one of the finest landscapes II
the world was spread before our won
deAing eyes, Four thousand feet be
low was the Tanzilla, lost in grea
golden splashes of cottonwood, bircl
and poplar. SUGGESTIONS of deep greer
fir woods rolled away to the west a
far as the grand canyon of tn
Stikine, and looking beyond were hug
mountains between that river and tn
Iskoot now covered with deep an
nermanent snow 1t was a gloriou
\ day for spying, and on every point Q
commanding eminence we stopped an
worked the glass industriously. Their
we're hundreds of likely spots for tn
great caribou, but not one could W
find "
81 guess wolves scare him right OF
Of the country said Albert, as b
closed the glass with an irritabl
4 snap.
Y We had now walked about II mile
q and | was feeling very tired and ha
B great difficulty in breathing in til
d rarefied atmosphere.
81 1--WE will just look this last valley
Y said Albert, moving to the left.
u searched with the glass and the
d gave it to Albert, who had hard
u placed it to his eye when he droppe
e it. excitedly exclaiming:
Caribou! plenty big bulls"
# I tore the telescope from
hand and, looking in the direction
II poieted, saw a herd OF over SO cal
4 bout including at least II bulls. o.
B first move was to descend into Il
8 valley and hide the! horse.
y The wind was Blowing directly
4 our faces, so that all went we'll I'm
q we reached. the last stick Of cows
q From this point we had a fine view
q the caribou, many of which had
4 this time risen to their feet and we
q descending the hill. They stopp
d frequently to feed, and it was ful
4 half an hour before the first stag, ;
4 companted by two or three .hint
Z stood opposite our hiding place. WI
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