IN THE ALASKA-YUKON GAMELANDS 



his slicker, and rode to the Dalton cabin, him- 

 self unprotected from the cold and rain. Even 

 with my raincoat and oiled chaps I was very 

 cold and wet when we rode up to this cabin about 

 9:30 in a heavy downpour. Here I insisted that 

 we leave the meat and hides, so that Cap might 

 use his slicker for himself during the balance of 

 the way to camp. The night air was very cold 

 and the rain, driven by a slight wind, was pene- 

 trating. The eight-mile ride from here to camp 

 was a long and tiresome one — intermixed with 

 short stretches of walking to keep up our circula- 

 tion. It continued raining all the way to camp, 

 where we arrived at 12:15 a. m., soaked, cold 

 and stiff. 



The following morning (Friday, Aug. 23rd) 

 Cap and I were so sore and tired from the ex- 

 periences of the preceding day that we didn't 

 arise till 9 o'clock. The other members, except 

 Harry, took a skirmish for moose and caribou, 

 returning at 6 p. m., with the report that no 

 game had been found but that some fresh caribou 

 tracks were seen to adorn the otherwise very 

 unattractive terrene. In the afternoon Harry 

 and I took our horses on a ten-mile hunt up Camp 

 Creek, but without result. 



On the morning of August 24th at 5 we were 

 routed out of bed by Jimmie's salubrious call. 

 Our righting army on this occasion was rep- 

 resented by Harry James, Wm. James, Billy 

 Wooden and Bill Longley in one aggregation, 



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