XII 

 NORTHERN GAME TRAILS 



PART II HUNTING CARIBOU AND GRIZZLY 



OUTSIDE it was raining, and the swish of the 

 wind on the leaves conspired and whispered with 

 the rain. Pat called me for breakfast and an- 

 nounced that we would move camp over to Bear 

 Mountain as soon as it cleared a little. 



It is a matter of five days to Bear Mountain; 

 there were no trails and for two days Mac had a 

 hard time of it, continually cutting through the 

 down timber that, lying lengthwise and crosswise, 

 barred our passage on every hand. The third 

 day we crossed a series of bogs and had a most 

 difficult time with the train, for the horses were 

 continually sinking to their depths in the mud, 

 and we were compelled to remove the packs to 

 get them on their feet again. 



Further on at the edge of a wide bog we came 

 on a half-grown bull moose, and as he showed no 



signs of fear or making off I took the camera 



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