SPLENDID CARIBOU GROUND. 347 



tea, and what could a hungry hunter want 

 better than that ? 



On September 1st I had a long day with 

 Thomas, leaving Coghlan in camp. We first 

 climbed to the top of the mountain to the right 

 of our camp, and during the morning travelled 

 over a great extent of what looked like splendid 

 caribou ground, but we saw none of these 

 animals with the exception of one doe accom- 

 panied by her fawn, until after midday. 



We had just reached a x^oint which com- 

 manded a fine view over a deep valley inter- 

 secting the high open mountains, when I 

 noticed a black speck in the middle of a patch 

 of last year's snow, on the shoulder of one of 

 the mountains beyond the valley. Putting my 

 glasses on to it, I saw at once that it was a 

 caribou, and could just make out that it had 

 got horns, and as it was alone I judged that it 

 would probably be an old stag. 



To get to him it was necessary to descend at 

 least fifteen hundred feet to the bottom of the 

 valley, and then climb as high on the other side. 

 As we were approaching the low ground, which 



