ENROUTE TO THE HUNTING GROUNDS 



thos. Colorado, New Mexico, Washington and 

 other States claimed him as a resident at various 

 times before he went to the Klondike, twenty 

 years ago. His life has been lived wholly in the 

 open, and he shows the splendid effect of this 

 life in his daily camp and hunting work, from 

 that of carrying a log to camp to the agility dis- 

 played in climbing a mountain. He is one of the 

 best shots at running game with whom I have 

 ever hunted. Like many men of the frontier, he 

 was pretty wild in his day, and on a few occasions 

 got into serious trouble by loading up on six- 

 shooters and bad whiskey. However, Cap 

 is now a muchly-settled-down man, married, and 

 has the prettiest little home in McCarthy. He 

 once ran a ferry boat across the Yukon River at 

 Dawson, which accounts for his universally 

 known title of "Cap." 



Bill Longley, our head packer, altho tall in 

 stature, is not long on adulation, nor is he strong 

 on secret treaties or imbroglios, but believing 

 that attention to business is the best way to make 

 the camp "safe for democracy," he wends his 

 placid way in a manner commendable in a hunt- 

 ing assistant. I have always found that it is 

 hard enough to get along in camp with every- 

 body when everyone tries to do his bit, and this 

 Bill accomplished without considering the cost 

 in enduring hardships. Bill is 50 years of 

 age, but looks 40, and understands the pack- 

 ing game to perfection. I believe Bill would 



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