116 THE MOOSE 



ment, sat, with white tail feathers widely outspread, 

 amid a collection of rotting salmon. 



With the night in sudden squall from the 

 mountains, a typical Alaskan " woolly " came 

 down, than which there can be nothing less soft 

 or wool-like. For an hour the tempest raged, and 

 banks of black clouds piled up on a lurid sky. At 

 intervals lightning played about the forest, and 

 struck into its deepest recesses, and the wind, 

 racing apace above the river bars, sobbed the De 

 Profundis of the wild. 



