CHAPTER XVI 
Moose—Return to Kenai—Return to Tyonak—Am shipwrecked 
—Return to Victoria, B.C.—A Shooting Trip to the Basin for 
Sheep—A Touch of Nature—Return to England. 
Do you know the world’s white roof-tree—do you know that windy rift 
Where the baffling mountain eddies chop and change? 
Do you know the long day’s patience, belly-down on frozen rift, 
While the head of heads is feeding out of range ? 
Rupyarp Kipiine. 
E now hurried back to Moose Camp, 
making a short cut across the bare 
ground, saving ourselves some miles. 
Then, somehow or other, I lost the fore 
end of my double ejector °303. I had, I sup- 
pose, hit or pressed the spring against the wooden 
pack-saddle on which I carried my load. I 
did not find out my misfortune until a black 
bear feeding on some berries at the base of a 
perpendicular cliff came into view. My rifle was 
not loaded, for I never packed a load with cart- 
ridges in the chambers, as some accident might 
so easily occur. 
I had given Hunter a Winchester, a ‘30-30, 
to which he had fitted Lyman sights, and he 
swore there were no sights like them—being used 
to them, I expect. Taking his rifle, I aimed at 
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