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and it was pleasant to learn that he had killed two moose. 

 One had small horns, the other a magnificent pair, sixty- 

 seven inches in spread, with very large burrs and broad 

 blades, one of which was slightly deformed. It was alto- 

 gether the wildest and most impressive moose-head that I 

 have ever seen. It alone made his long trip from Eng- 

 land to those northern wilds a success, and none but 

 those who have suffered discomfort and discouragement 

 of continuous bad weather and tiresome and difficult 

 tramping over rough country can appreciate how richly 

 his hard, persistent work had deserved this reward. 



September 19. That night was still colder, and in the 

 morning the thermometer recorded one above zero, but 

 the day was calm, without a cloud in the sky, and with a 

 light breeze blowing. I ascended the sheep-trail, hoping 

 to find the band of sheep known to be somewhere on the 

 range behind camp. After reaching the top, a flock of 

 robins, the last observed, went by; a wolverine's tracks 

 wandered all over the ridge; and a little further along, 

 the tracks of a black bear and cub crossed over to the 

 timber on the west. 



Looking through my field-glasses at the mountain 

 toward the north, I saw thirteen sheep descending in 

 single file on a sheep-trail, all coming in my direction. 

 Quickly advancing several hundred yards, as they disap- 

 peared in a saddle between the uneven slopes, I stretched 

 flat on my stomach in the trail, and thus concealed by the 

 formation of the surface, waited. After awhile they 

 came in sight, still in the trail and not more than a quarter 

 of a mile away. Two of them were dark, almost like Ovi s 



