344 BIG GAME FIELDS 



the peculiar light, the antlers appeared larger 

 than they really were. In a few more bounds they 

 vanished amid the gray mass of flakes. It had 

 been a long, hard day and as it drew to a close 

 the result was somew r hat disquieting as we had 

 failed to find any worthy quarry. 



We now directed our course toward camp, 

 while our hearts grew a bit lighter as the storm 

 abated and the clouds scattered, showing once 

 more the clear blue sky. By the time we reached 

 camp it had grown intensely cold, there was 

 scarce a cloud to be seen and we were treated to 

 another of those glorious mountain sunsets. 

 While it was still light, Mac took his usual even- 

 ing scan about with the glasses, and across the 

 valley located another band of caribou. 



"I see beeg bull for sure," said Mac, still peer- 

 ing through the glasses. "He have plenty cows 

 with him, he no trabbel to-night, we hunt him 

 early to-morrow; mebbe we get good luck now; 

 mebbe we get grizzly pretty soon; then we go 

 home queek." 



That night it grew bitterly cold and we hugged 

 close to the old campfire as we ate a very modest 

 meal, for w<e w r ere already going light on the fast 

 diminishing store of provisions, and it was very 

 uncertain when we w r ould reach our reserve stores 



