A Shooting Trip to the Basin for Sheep 



in the latter end of October. On arriving at 

 Ashcroft, we took the coach for Clinton, where 

 we engaged an Indian, a half-breed, and a China- 

 man, called Sing, as cook. The Indian had pack- 

 horses and necessary tackle, whilst I had the 

 camp outfit. After rather a long and wearisome 

 journey, which took us three days, and in the 

 course of which we had to swim our pack and 

 riding horses across the Fraser River, we ar- 

 rived in a valley where goats were supposed to 

 be numerous. I did not want to kill any more 

 of these animals, having already obtained four 

 of them some months before, but as my com- 

 panion had never obtained one, we spent a 

 couple of days here, and I killed several black- 

 tailed deer, one of which had a pretty although 

 not a large head. 



The season was getting late now to be in the 

 mountains, and the cold was intense. The 

 second morning after our arrival at the goat 

 camp, I asked Sing what the day was like, to 

 which he replied, " Heap snow live, Mr. Tudley 

 damn cold ! " It is, I believe, quite an un- 

 usual thing to get a Chinaman to come into the 

 woods. They are first-class servants for the 

 house, but draw the line at camping out. How- 

 ever, this man proved worth his weight in gold. 

 I had given him a couple of blankets, but think- 

 ing, or rather knowing, that he would be cold 

 even with these, and feeling that he would not 



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