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time, into which the fangs entirely failed to pene- 

 trate ; but I made — you may be sure — the record 

 jump of my life. Some Calif ornians have never 

 seen one ; but once seen or heard, Crotalus is not 

 likely to be forgotten. 



The sportsman in search of moose had better 

 make up his mind to go to Alaska. He could not 

 do better than stop en route at Tacoma, where Mr. 

 W. F. Sheard, the taxidermist, will be able to give 

 him valuable information in regard to the hiring of 

 Indians, and so forth. I had a long talk with Mr. 

 Sheard in the summer of '97, and looked over his 

 collection of trophies, the finest (I believe) in the 

 world. I have never had the good fortune to kill 

 a moose ; but Mr. Sheard told me that it could be 

 done in the swamps and woods of the Yukon, 

 although stalking in such places is very hard 

 and disappointing work. Since I talked with Mr. 

 Sheard, other localities may have been discovered, 

 nearer to civilisation, but I much doubt it. 



Caribou, the Barren-Ground Caribou (not the 

 Eeindeer proper), may be found in great numbers 

 in certain parts of British Columbia. According to 

 Mr. Warburton Pike, who has studied their habits, 

 they annually migrate in huge herds to the barren 

 grounds north of the Great Slave Lake. The wood- 

 land Caribou (Rangifer Caribou) is a larger beast ; 

 and they are still plentiful north of the Canadian 

 Pacific line. 



The Blacktail (Cervus Columbianus) is found 

 from one end of the Pacific Slope to the other. They 

 simply swarm in certain parts of the north, and 

 the forests of Vancouver Island are full of them. 



