LOOKING FOR RAMS 131 



September 21. Louis had returned with the big moose 

 head and the next morning both he and Coghlan, bring- 

 ing all the trophies they could carry, started for the river. 

 It was still below zero and another perfect day. Going 

 to the north end of the meadows I climbed to the saddle 

 between the two mountains, observing that several moose 

 had recently travelled over it, and descended to the 

 timber on the other side. Shortly I came upon the tracks 

 of a large grizzly and followed them along the slope of 

 the north mountain, until the trail went into the timber. 

 Climbing high and circling about, I examined the west 

 face of the mountain for sheep, but observed no signs. 

 Descending, I went through the timber to the two lakes 

 where, on September I5th, the cow moose had been seen 

 with two calves. I reached them late in the afternoon. 

 Fresh moose tracks were all about, and, excited by my 

 presence, the jays and red squirrels made so much noise 

 that it seemed almost like a natural warning to any moose 

 that might be near. 



The lakes were surrounded with timber; a light wind 

 was blowing, and it was impossible to find a good place 

 to call. I went up on the slope of a bare hill near one 

 of the lakes and gave a call. Immediately to the right, 

 on the other side of the lake, sounded the grunt of a bull, 

 and, in a moment, I heard another bull coming from the 

 left. In front of me was a clear space by the lake, and 

 both bulls were moving about in the timber not more 

 than two hundred yards away, but they would not come 

 out. I waited in silence. Soon the grunting of one 

 continued still more to the right and I knew he was 



