IN THE ALASKA-YUKON GAMELANDS 



in the rain and snow and then wade the White 

 River to camp. 



As the morning was now spent, we could take 

 no long hunting trip this day, so Cap and I took 

 a six-mile horseback jaunt down the river looking 

 for bears, but without result of any kind. In 

 fifteen minutes we picked enough blueberries to 

 make a nice pie. 



Harry and Brownie went up the Kletsan for 

 moose and caribou, but saw nothing in the big 

 game line. 



Jimmie's " break-fa wst!" sounded next morn- 

 ing at 5 o'clock, as we decided before leaving for 

 other camps that we would give the sheep 

 another round. So at 6:io a. m. the regular 

 cavalcade which had been crossing the White 

 River so frequently during the past week was 

 again seen to worm its way around the quick- 

 sand beds of this stream and then climb the 200- 

 foot bank on the opposite side, headed for Fig- 

 gins Mountain. In the mixed procession this 

 morning were Harry (accompanied by Longley 

 and Brownie), William, who was sponsored by 

 Wooden, and myself, chaperoned by Cap. We 

 journeyed to the farthest end of the mountain — 

 near where the James's had made their killing 

 three days previously — with the exception of 

 William and Wooden, who dropped out of the 

 parade about half way along the mountain in the 

 hope of intercepting the ram that Wooden and 

 Shorty wounded two days before. 



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