IN THE ALASKA- YUKON GAMELANDS 



While all these things are sad to reflect upon at 

 the present time, twenty years later, yet in 

 twenty years from now we will feel just as much 

 ashamed of what is occurring in Alaska and 

 other places now as we now are at what happened 

 then. While much has been said of the Indians' 

 good habits of conserving game by eating every 

 ounce of meat killed, etc., yet after what I 

 learned of his ways while in the North I am com- 

 pelled to believe that his conservation is not so 

 much a matter of habit as of necessity. When 

 his larder is low and his stomach empty, it is 

 surprising what he will eat — the scraps, entrails, 

 fat and every portion of the animal. But let 

 "Poor Lo" get a chance to kill a band of caribou, 

 sheep or moose, when the hides and horns are of 

 commercial value, and he forgets when it is time 

 to quit shooting, often completely obliterating a 

 herd before he is thru. That is when his great 

 waste of meat is shown, as, naturally, most of it 

 is left to rot. 



The morning following our arrival on the 

 Generc, Harry and Brownie left at 8 o'clock, go- 

 ing up the little stream at our door, with the 

 announcement that they would bring in a bull 

 moose. Cap and I went over to the St. Clair, 

 followed it up several miles, and returned by the 

 stream up which Harry had gone in the morning. 

 Some bear tracks and a porcupine were about 

 all of any general interest that anyone saw. We 

 had some amusement with the porcupine. We 



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