304 BIG GAME FIELDS 



Like a little cloud shadow Mac wormed up the 

 mountain with astonishing swiftness; then he 

 dwindled to a mere speck, and finally disappeared 

 altogether from our view. At last we reached 

 the top and high up upon a crest I sat, musing 

 over these vast untrodden solitudes, where nature 

 lays a finger to the lips of all care mused and 

 drank repose from the cool air. How strange 

 and still and tense it was, there in the quiet up- 

 per world. 



The silence was soon broken by Pat saying 

 "Yo see little peak obber der?" I admitted I 

 could see at least that much. "Yo see something 

 on top?" "Yes," I replied, "something that looks 

 like a little rock about a foot high." "That little 

 rock be Mac. Bymeby he talk to us." Pat raised 

 both arms high in the air then the little "rock" 

 seemed to take life, and there was a slight move- 

 ment. "Mac he raise right hand, once, twice, 

 three time," said Pat, "he tell us he see three big 

 rams. Pretty quick he talk to us some more." 

 Then there was another slight movement on the 

 little peak which I could not quite make out. 

 Then Pat added, "He say we go quick, run, he 

 meet us down by big snow." 



In something like a half hour, by fast walking 

 and running (for it was all slightly down hill 



