NORTHERN GAME TRAILS 303 



when the whole landscape looked forlorn and 

 empty. The sky was sullen gray no sun but a 

 wannish glare, I had fancied it would be clear. 

 While making our way down into the valley the 

 evening before, Mac had seen five large rams 

 feeding high up in a little grassy pocket. But a 

 careful examination of the surrounding heights in 

 the morning failed to disclose any rams. 



After a little deliberation Mac decided we had 

 better climb the towering heights (that looked al- 

 most sheer from their base, where we were 

 camped) , and hunt the opposite side of the range. 

 When I looked up at those rugged heights I did 

 not see how it was possible for a man, either 

 white or red, to scale their tops and live to come 

 down and tell of it. But Mac knew, he always 

 knew and faith goes a long way. 



Taking the binoculars Mac proceeded to climb. 

 He was to go on ahead, and with his more ex- 

 perienced eyes and by the aid of the glasses, he 

 would be able to look over a vast amount of 

 territory. Pat and myself following up at a 

 much slower pace were to w r ait on reaching the 

 top, until we saw Mac appear on the crest of 

 some peak. Here he would give us a signal 

 which way to proceed, and still another sign 

 if he had sighted game. 



