NORTH FORK TO THE SELWYN ROCKIES in 



Here and there I heard the whistling chatter of a ground- 

 squirrel still defying the snow and cold before retiring 

 into its hole to sleep. I wandered about the mountain 

 top and along the crest, hopelessly unable to make much 

 progress because of my slippery moccasins, without seeing 

 tracks or signs of sheep, and at times, when the sun shone 

 through the clouds and mist, almost blinded by the glare 

 of the fresh snow. I returned to camp at dark, somewhat 

 discouraged by the difficulty of ranging over mountains 

 covered with light snow which was not deep enough to 

 provide a foothold. Besides, many of the slopes were so 

 icy that in any case much distance could not be covered 

 in the short hours of daylight. 



