IN THE ALASKA- YUKON GAMELANDS 



for never had Shorty shown any such emotion 

 before. Down the slippery hills and up the icy 

 heights of the glacier Shorty rode, now dipping 

 into an icy ravine, again appearing silhouetted 

 on a miniature peak or divide of the trail. 

 Finally he came within hearing, and on passing 

 Jimmy, the cook, he yelled vociferously: "Spur 

 up the knotheads or we'll never get off this 

 glacier tonight." And then as he swung behind 

 a couple of the packs in front of us and faced 

 right about, "G'lang King; Giddep there. Crop- 

 pie, dang yer ornery hides; ye'll sleep on this 

 glacier tonight if ye don't quit yer pussy-footin* 

 — slide along!" We in the rear spurted up a 

 little, but we weren't at all jealous of the risk 

 that Shorty took in 'loping over the ice in his 

 spectacular ride. 



We got off the glacier in four hours, and 

 reached land opposite the end of it in five hours, 

 one hour shorter than our time going in. We 

 reached Skolai Pass at 6:30 p. m., in good 

 weather, and camped opposite that grand sen- 

 tinel, James Mountain, named, as before stated, 

 in honor of my co-worker on this expedition, 

 Harry C. James. 



The next three days' travel to McCarthy were 

 uneventful. We traversed the same route we 

 took going in — via Clark's roadhouse, Mc- 

 Cloud's, Spruce Point and Shorty Gwin's. Altho 

 we had planned on taking another goat hunt 

 from Clark's while coming out, yet the conditions 



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