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where it could be compared with their numerous speci- 

 mens. 



September 22. Our men had reported ice running in 

 the river. This made an immediate departure necessary, 

 since continued cold might increase it to such an extent 

 that it would block and freeze, thus closing navigation. 

 The next day the last one in camp was slightly warmer. 

 Selous remained there all day. We had hunted all the 

 available ranges except a small one on the extreme north- 

 east side of the draw, and, after tramping to its foot, I 

 began to climb. The tracks of a ewe and lamb passed 

 along the crest, and several fresh moose-trails crossed it. 

 I went to the north end where it almost overhung the 

 river. There I took some photographs and placed my 

 compass on a rock for the purpose of studying the topog- 

 raphy of the river. When I started back I forgot it, and 

 I hope it is still there, pointing thirty-five degrees east of 

 north toward the most beautiful and impressive range of 

 white-capped domes, peaks, and crests, in all that locality. 



Descending to the draw, I called for moose, but there 

 was no response and I returned, walking through woods 

 and meadows by moonlight. That night tramp was made 

 sadly and regretfully, knowing it was my last in those 

 high mountains, endeared to me in spite of rain, storms, 

 snow, and disappointments. Love of the wilderness per- 

 sists and drowns all feelings resulting from bad luck. 

 Large rams had not been found. At that time they 

 were feeding on the ranges nearer the South Fork, as I 

 learned the following year from one who had hunted 

 there and found the band. 



