MOOSE AND CARIBOU 



all the country within reach, and as the after- 

 noon was waning I decided that I had done about 

 all the hunting for the day that I cared to. Be- 

 sides, finding these caribou yet in the velvet had 

 no exhilarating effect on my spirits, as it seemed 

 when we did actually find game that we might 

 kill it was not in the condition desired — some 

 hard luck. So I kept on descending, hoping to 

 meet Cap below, he soon being swallowed up 

 from view in the timber. It was not, however, 

 until I was well on my way to camp in the heavy 

 timber that I heard him calling me from an 

 eminence on my back track. He had found my 

 trail and was hurrying to catch me. He saw a 

 cow moose and calf in the timber while coming 

 off the mountain, but feared that some shots I 

 had fired to give him my location might have 

 scared them, so thought it unnecessary to go 

 back. Besides, it was a great distance and quite 

 a climb to where they were — too far for us to go 

 and get to camp that night. 



On the rest of our way down we followed Car- 

 ibou Creek, where I was surprised to see many 

 tracks of ewes and lambs far below timberline — 

 also, near the bed of the Generc, at least one 

 thousand feet below timberline, the partly de- 

 voured carcass of a lamb that evidently had been 

 killed by eagles. Close to this lamb there were 

 many sheep tracks, showing that the habits of 

 these animals on this mountain must be some- 

 what different from that of their brothers on the 



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