IN THE ALASKA-YUKON GAMELANDS 



went down the river five miles, also for moose, 

 returning over the timbered ridge. Neither of 

 these two parties was able to connect with game. 



Cap and I went up the Kletsan eight miles to 

 the Jack Dalton cabin, expecting to hunt caribou 

 on the barren ground above it. Six miles up we 

 came to the "Too-Much" Johnson cabin, a de- 

 serted one-room affair built several years ago by 

 a man of that name — later killed in a crevasse on 

 the Shushanna Glacier. (A description of his 

 tragic death was published in the preceding 

 pages.) Since then the cabin has been occupied 

 by any who can make use of it, but principally, 

 I believe, by Capt. Erickson, a trapper. 



The ground about the cabin was fairly littered 

 with the skins and horns of sheep, moose and 

 caribou. A kennel built of logs and lying in the 

 timber ioo feet from the cabin for the shelter of 

 dogs attested to the fact that these animals had 

 been kept there. It seems that trappers in that 

 country sometimes board sled dogs on game in 

 the summer when not in use by mushers. We 

 saw several old camps used for this purpose, 

 often with that necessary adjunct, the kennel 

 house, in close proximity. I have pointed out 

 this danger to our game to officials of Alaska 

 and Yukon Territory, and hope that the menace 

 may some day be entirely obliterated. 



We reached the Dalton cabin about 1 1 o'clock 

 and ate lunch. From here we saw three sheep 

 on the upper mesas of the gulch opposite — 



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