SHEEP, MOOSE AND CARIBOU 



with all my heart for his generous present. 

 These horns now adorn that identical hide in 

 our museum, and I do not hesitate to say that 

 in the completed state it is the largest and most 

 beautiful ovis dalli ram I have ever seen, either 

 in plaster or flesh. 



We were a mile and a half from the horses, 

 but by carefully distributing the load of meat, 

 horns, hides, guns, cameras and glasses, we only 

 had to rest under it two or three times on the 

 way to our most welcome cayuses. It was a 

 boggy, marshy, bad ride to camp, but Cap 

 whisked us down so that we made it at 9:55 

 p. m. the last hour in the dark thru the timber. 



Next morning August 28th we packed up 

 and at ii o'clock left our Kletsan camp, where 

 for seven days we had hunted moose and caribou 

 without success and white sheep with very good 

 results. We journeyed up the Kletsan about 

 two miles, then entered the timber to the east- 

 ward and crossed the Yukon boundary, reaching 

 our camp on the Generc, ten miles above its 

 junction with the White, about 7 o'clock. Our 

 camp was made in a pretty timbered spot a 

 quarter of a mile from the Generc and across it, 

 by the side of a small, clear stream, with the 

 St. Clair about half a mile east of us. Distance 

 traveled for the day, eighteen miles. 



W 7 hile traveling up the Kletsan this morning 

 from our sheep camp we noticed along the edge 

 of the forest where it borders the river bar a 



