IN THE ALASKA-YUKON GAMELANDS 



moose disporting himself in perfect ease and ab- 

 solute security at his summer and fall watering 

 place. Using the glasses, I saw it was a bull 

 moose, all right, apparently with a very fair set 

 of perfectly clean antlers. The white palms 

 glistened in the sunlight, giving them the ap- 

 pearance of being much larger than they were. 

 Standing knee-deep in the lake, between drinks, 

 he took long, leisurely glances around in the 

 different directions looking for any sign of danger 

 that might be manifest. Soon a smaller bull, in 

 the velvet, joined him, wading out into the 

 water about as far as his companion. In a few 

 minutes both slowly retreated into the forest. 

 I ran for my horse and pulled him down hill 

 to the stream. Crossing it, I led him toward the 

 lake into the timber and tied him. Then I ad- 

 vanced to the near side of the lake and from 

 behind a tree looked across with the glasses. I 

 peered into every opening among the trees, and 

 scrutinized studiously every little formation or 

 combination that looked like the head, horn, ear 

 or body of a moose. I almost gave up when I 

 saw something resembling an ear move. I kept 

 the glasses on it for minutes without further 

 result, all the while trying to build horns and 

 heads out of everything within a fair radius of 

 the object. It was back about twenty-five feet 

 from the edge of the timber, and as I stood about 

 four hundred yards away, it can be seen that I 

 had some contract on hand to look after an ob- 



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