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branches twisted and stuck up at every imagin- 

 able angle. 



After this we hunted the burnt country below 

 my camp, going several miles without seeing 

 anything but a porcupine, which Elia killed and 

 took back to camp with him. I wanted, if pos- 

 sible, to get a barren cow moose, as I had promised 

 to try and bring a pair of whole skins out for the 

 Victoria (B.C.) local museum. I could have 

 shot one or two with a calf at foot, but could 

 not bring myself to do so. I thought that I 

 might easily get one on my way back to the lake 

 later on, but the opportunity did not occur. 

 Had I not wanted one, the probability is I 

 should have seen at least a dozen. 



The next day I took Shanghai out on to the 

 mountain side where we could spy the country. 

 We were but a couple of miles from camp, and 

 could do better here by watching than by 

 wandering all over the woods. Unfortunately 

 a very heavy mist suddenly came on, which 

 turned to a steady drizzle lasting the whole day. 

 This was too hopeless and annoying as my few 

 days were slipping by fast. I should have 

 to be at Kenai under ten days, as the Bertha 

 was timed to make her last trip to the inlet for 

 the winter, and I had engaged a schooner to 

 take me from the village back to Tyonak in 

 order to catch her. No one seemed at all certain 

 whether she would arrive a few days earlier or 



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