CHAPTER XVI 



Moose Return to Kenai Return to Tyonak Am shipwrecked 

 Return to Victoria, B.C. A Shooting Trip to the Basin for 

 Sheep A Touch of Nature Return to England. 



Do you know the world's white roof-tree do you know that windy rift 

 Where the baffling mountain eddies chop and change ? 



Do you know the long day's patience, belly-down on frozen rift, 

 While the head of heads is feeding out of range ? 



RUDYARD KIPLING. 



WE now hurried back to Moose Camp, 

 making a short cut across the bare 

 ground, saving ourselves some miles. 

 Then, somehow or other, I lost the fore 

 end of my double ejector '303. I had, I sup- 

 pose, hit or pressed the spring against the wooden 

 pack-saddle on which I carried my load. I 

 did not find out my misfortune until a black 

 bear feeding on some berries at the base of a 

 perpendicular cliff came into view. My rifle was 

 not loaded, for I never packed a load with cart- 

 ridges in the chambers, as some accident might 

 so easily occur. 



I had given Hunter a Winchester, a '30-30, 

 to which he had fitted Lyman sights, and he 

 swore there were no sights like them being used 

 to them, I expect. Taking his rifle, I aimed at 



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