EIGHTH CHAPTER 

 RAMS AND CARIBOU 



^TpHE morning of September 8 th in our camp 

 -*■ broke with great preparation and expectancy 

 by at least two members (Harry and myself) and 

 our guides. This was to be the last favorable 

 opportunity that either he or I should have of 

 getting game on the trip. We needed a good ram 

 or two for our sheep groups, and also a lamb to 

 fill. Besides these, we hoped to be able to bring 

 back a personal trophy — not to be considered, 

 however, until we should have filled the mu- 

 seum's demands, if that were possible. While 

 we were on this two-day trip it was hoped that 

 William, Rogers and the others, by their com- 

 bined scouting, should be able to fill on the moose 

 and possibly the caribou group. So, as we each 

 went our separate ways that morning — Harry 

 and Jimmy up the Kletsan and Cap and I (with 

 Longley along to pack our tent and belongings) 

 headed for Figgins Mountain — it is safe to say 

 that we had much the feeling of the son leaving 

 the old homestead to seek his fortune after 

 bidding the folks goodby. 



During our morning ride along the side of 

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