288 BIG GAME FIELDS 



With a little shiver running 1 down my back I 

 rolled out to see. Snow flakes were whirling in 

 the air and the whole world lay under a blanket 

 of unbroken white, while it was fiendishly cold. 

 Mac was just coming over to borrow the binocu- 

 lars and he explained in his quaint way: "Big 

 storm up here above timber, move camp no good ; 

 mebbe to-morrow we cross high mountains and 

 camp good sheep country. You give me your 

 glasses, mebbe I see beeg fat grizzly bear." 



From the crest of the hill Mac scanned the 

 country, and in a temporary lull in the storm, 

 while the sun tried hard to show its wan face over 

 the billowing mountains, something showed big 

 and dark far below in the straggling timber. 

 One look was enough for Mac. He was back in 

 less than three minutes. "Put yo shoe on quick. 

 Take yo gun and plenty cartridges ; maybe I see 

 beeg grizzly bear; maybe he black; we find out 

 pretty quick." We each had a hasty cup of cof- 

 fee and then started off, stepping gingerly along 

 over the soft white carpet of snow. The wind 

 was so that it required our making almost a 

 complete circle, but the stalk was very much 

 facilitated from the fact that we were above the 

 point and the going, with the exception of climb- 

 ing a few small ridges, all down hill. 



