THE CARIBOU MIGRATION 29 



used a single plate. On my way down the river 

 two small herds crossed far ahead of me. 



Another day. Since eight o'clock this morning I 

 have been in the same blind but without accomplish- 

 ing anything. In the distance I have heard the 

 splashing of animals crossing the river ; why it is none 

 come along these fine leads it is difficult to under- 

 stand. Before returning to my camp I shall examine 

 the banks and find out what leads are being used. 

 The result of yesterday's search showed that the 

 Caribou are using the leads below my camp, quite a 

 number having crossed the river during the past few 

 days, so this morning finds me in a new blind on the 

 south side of the river. Unfortunately the wind is 

 blowing so hard that it is impossible to hear any 

 animals entering the water. Therefore it is all 

 the more necessary to keep my eyes open. For 

 two hours I have been waiting, and my hands and 

 feet are becoming numb, so I must get up and start 

 the blood circulating ; but wait, there is a Caribou. 

 It proves to be only a doe and her fawn, a beautiful 

 pair almost entirely clothed in their winter coat of 

 silvery white. They came along at a quick walk, 

 heading directly toward me, closer and closer, until 

 within forty feet or so. Owing to the lack of light 

 it was impossible to make a picture of them walking, 

 so that as soon as everything was ready, I gave a 

 sudden shout. They stopped immediately, and as 

 they looked about with a surprised expression, 

 the shutter clicked with a noise that revealed my 

 position, and off the pair went at full gallop. This 

 little excitement warmed me up a trifle, but the cold 

 is getting more and more intense and the sky 



