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to learn nothing about it, except that it was 

 very mnch swifter than the South Fork, and that 

 we would have hard work taking our canoes 

 any distance up it. We found it so from the 

 very start, and only did about a couple of miles 

 that afternoon before camping at about six 

 o'clock. Whilst camp was being pitched I took 

 a stroll up the river with my rifle and saw a 

 good deal of recent signs, both of moose and 

 bears, but did not come on one of the animals 

 themselves. 



Twelve days had now passed since we had 

 left Dawson City, and as yet we had seen no big 

 game of any kind, and personally I was sick of 

 bacon and hungering for fresh meat. 



One evening my half-breed Indian servant 



had borrowed a rifle from someone and gone off 



up the river by himself, whilst we were chopping 



wood and bringing it aboard for fuel. Louis 



passed the night by himself, and came on 



board the following morning with a fine beaver 



which he had shot. These most intelligent 



and interesting animals were very numerous all 



along the course of the Macmillan River. As 



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