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BIG GAME SHOOTING IN ALASKA 



camp packed, and we started on our return to the lake. On 

 passing Glyn's last camp we saw what was evidently a big 

 sheep lying in the open, about a mile and a half away on the 

 hillside, and not far from where I had previously made an 

 unsuccessful stalk. Here was another chance for me, if only 

 it was a ram. H anbury and I got out our telescopes and 

 examined the object, then both exclaimed, " Confound the 

 brute, it has no head." Such was indeed the case, and a 

 more careful study of the animal revealed the fact that it was 



Dead Ram [Oi'is dalli). 



evidently a sheep which had been killed by Glyn or Little 

 since we had passed the spot a few days before. Resuming 

 our journey, we reached the lake, and once more set out in 

 the dories to row across it to our base camp, where we arrived 

 in the evening. We found some of our invalids recovering 

 from mumps, and they told us that Glyn had gone on to the 

 moose-country after leaving instructions where I should find 

 him. He had left one more native in the hospital, this 

 making a " total possible " of our men, who had now all caught 

 the mumps in turn. 



