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of the country, it must be a fine range for moose. A beau- 

 tiful view of the junction of the Pelly and MacMillan 

 Rivers was below me, and the subdued rolling wilderness 

 stretched out in the distance to the south and west. Still 

 farther to the west I could faintly see the bluffs near 

 Pelly Road Crossing, six miles from the Yukon River. 



Tramping about I saw no signs of sheep, but caribou 

 tracks were abundant. A bull moose had crossed over the 

 mountain that morning or the night before. His deep 

 trail along the side of the mountain, winding up over the 

 crest, and continuing down to the timber on the other 

 side indicated his search for a cow. A wolverine's tracks 

 followed the crest for some distance until lost among the 

 wind-swept rocks. Flocks of ptarmigan were flying about, 

 but all ground-squirrels were asleep, and I returned to 

 camp. 



October 6-7. We resumed the canoe trip down the 

 river, and two days of steady paddling brought us to Sel- 

 kirk on October 7. 



When the Selkirk Indians saw the sheep skins as I 

 unloaded them, they told me that many of the sheep in 

 the mountains near the head of Selwyn River were of a 

 similar color. One of the Indians had in his cabin two 

 skins of sheep that he had killed there, and I went to look 

 at them. They were much lighter in color than the light- 

 est Pelly Mountain sheep, but intermediate between the 

 types of Ovis fanninl and Ovis dalli, approximating the 

 latter. Since the Selkirk Indians find sheep within the 

 limits of their hunting territory only to the west of the 

 Yukon River, I regard their statements as to the color of 



