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Holbertson's story fell upon their ears would have led 

 most observers to conclude that the narrative was a 

 good one, but it had entirely too many caribou in it. 

 It was decided, however, that Mr. A. C. Kepler, with 

 whom the writer has shared elbow-room and blanket 

 on many a hunt in the wilds during the last twenty 

 years, should write Mr. Holbertson for special in- 

 formation. This was promptly done, and in due 

 course of time a reply came verifying all contained in 

 the article and adding still more to it, with a pressing 

 invitation to call and see his trophies of the hunt. It 

 was not long before friend Kepler ostensibly had busi- 

 ness in New York, but it is supposed that the business 

 part of that trip was to see Holbertson's heads and 

 horns. 



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Kepler came back, his pupils as large as a cat's on 

 a dark night, in the dark of the moon, and chatter- 

 ing like a magpie. The whole story was confirmed, 

 and the fall of 1894 was decided upon as the time 

 when our pilgrimage was to be made. So the pre- 

 liminaries were arranged, and the first step assigned 

 the writer was to open communication with the guide 

 so highly recommended by Mr. Holbertson, whose 

 address we give in large type : 



