White Sheep 
flour with us, so returned the bag to its resting- 
place in the fork of the tree, where it probably 
remains to this day, unless Hunter has himself 
removed it. 
In front of my camp the country sloped gently 
to a large plateau covered with timber, which, 
however, had been burnt some years previously. 
The white sticks looked very uncanny. There 
were in places large spaces that were nearly 
impassable, owing to the fallen trees piled up 
one on the other. If a breeze blew I could hear 
these trees come crashing to the ground, and it 
was needful to observe caution when passing 
through this particular belt. 
On the morning after our arrival Hunter and 
I went up the mountains to view the situation. 
We saw no moose—the time was yet early, for 
they had only just commenced to rub their 
horns free from the velvet, and had not yet 
started “running.” We decided, therefore, to 
go and look for the sheep, ‘‘ Ovis Dalli,’? which 
were to be found in the mountains eight or nine 
miles farther inland. 
It was during this day that we were unfor- 
tunate enough to lose our one and only frying- 
pan. When we discovered the loss we retraced 
our steps to look for the treasure, but we 
might as well have looked for the proverbial 
needle. 
We had a delightful walk, barring the load I 
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