122 THE BARREN-GROUND CARIBOU 



counted, and I heard that the total Caribou 

 killed numbered fifteen. 



My observations of the day record : The wind 

 was from the south and the Caribou were travel- 

 ling up-wind as is always their custom. . . . 

 Ravens plentiful, following the Caribou. . . . 

 Saw one fox, and heard another barking in thick 

 timber. 



Before daylight I was out again next morning 

 back on my tracks of yesterday to bring in the 

 fresh meat of the animal I had killed. At the 

 narrows I took off my clothes before crossing and 

 carried them over on my head. It was bitterly 

 cold while undressing and while in the water, and 

 I was so frightfully numbed and helpless by the 

 time I was again dressed that I hastily kindled 

 a log fire and cowered miserably over it until 

 circulation returned. I had been foolish in un- 

 dressing, but heated with travelling the trail 

 from the cabin to the narrows I had under- 

 estimated the cold, and all but suffered frost-bite 

 for my folly. After careful travelling over the 

 ground hunted over yesterday, I got out to the 

 neighbourhood of yesterday's kill and soon 

 located my cache, though snow had covered it 

 since I had left, and it was well I had blazed a 

 tree or two for guidance. I thereupon made a 

 pack of my camera and as much meat as I could 

 carry, and started homewards again. 



About midday I threw down my heavy pack, 

 and made fire for a meal on the margin of a small 

 lake. It was a good place to see Caribou if any 

 were near, and before I was half through my meal 

 I looked up from my seat by the fire to see four 



