IN THE ALASKA- YUKON GAMELANDS 



we were almost dumbfounded to find no sign 

 around its boggy, lily-padded shore, where moose 

 certainly would visit if they were in the country. 

 So, with heavy hearts, we retraced our steps 

 back to the packs, and, leading them down a 

 mile or two farther, camped in an open spot fifty 

 yards from the timber, on one of the forks of 

 Harris Creek. 



From correspondence had with Mr. Young, 

 with Dr. Griffith and others, I had been led to 

 believe that the barren ground above Harris 

 Creek to the east was a great caribou range a 

 week or two later in the season. Hoping that 

 we might not be too early, Harry and Jimmy 

 Brown decided to hunt that country the follow- 

 ing day, while Billy Wooden and I took the same 

 kind of country, barren and boggy, on the other 

 side of Harris Creek. William and Rogers 

 hunted for sheep farther up Harris Creek, as 

 Harry, Cap and I had seen some on the moun- 

 tain to the left of Tepee Lake the evening before. 

 On my trip with W 7 ooden we saw nothing but 

 some caribou and moose tracks a couple of days 

 old. We picked up an old set of caribou horns 

 for the group, and, returning at 4 p. m., we went 

 greyling fishing with Cap, getting twenty aver- 

 aging a pound in an hour or two with snell hooks 

 baited with meat, using willow poles. 



Rogers and William came in before supper 

 with the information that "the sheep had seen 

 them first," therefore, they went moose hunting 



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