IN THE ALASKA- YUKON GAMELANDS 



by the time the hunting season opens, but will 

 not be able to walk enough to do any guiding in 

 the hills, but if I can get a party to take out I 

 will do the wrangling and help around the camp 

 and do all I can. By next year I expect to be 

 able to go some. If my horses live thru the win- 

 ter I will be pretty lucky. All the other horses 

 in that country have died this winter. 



Brownie.'* 



Five o'clock of the evening of August 13th 

 saw us in camp at the scene of the old McCloud 

 Road House (the same stopping place that 

 "Brownie" refers to in his letter), after traveling 

 sixteen miles from Spruce Point. The road 

 house was hardly fit for occupancy, so we put 

 up the tents — their initial appearance in service 

 on Alaska soil. 



Next morning we were up at 5 for our first big 

 game hunting — goats — and at 7:20 all departed 

 for Rhinoceros Peak (also called Finger Moun- 

 tain), via Nizina and Regal glaciers. We 

 covered six miles on horseback going to our 

 hunting country, all on these glaciers. 



Never have I witnessed a more beautiful sight 

 than that which greeted us as we filed along on 

 the surface of the white ice that clear morning. 

 The clouds had not all lifted from the highest 

 peaks, whose dark promontories stood half- 

 sheathed in their filmy gowns of billowy mist. 

 Finger Mountain was thrice-attractive because 



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