Hunting Big Game 



CHAPTER I 



A HUNTING TRIP AFTER BIGHORN 



A SHCROFT, British Columbia, was the 

 ^^ starting-point ; the time, the closing days 

 of August. Equipped with a .30-30 and a 

 customs-officer's hunting license tucked away 

 in the monej^-belt, with Lillooet the end of the 

 journey on wheels, the outfit jolted along the 

 old Caribou Road, travelled by gold-seekers 

 to the Klondike, along which, story said, 

 many were the bones left bleaching in the 

 mountains. Quite a few Indians we met on 

 our way, and several attempts were made to 

 get a kodak picture of an old squaw and her 

 papoose; but all seemed to have a horror of 

 the kodak, and our persistency almost got us 

 into trouble. 



