OF SHOOTING AND FISHING = 105 
expected moose steaks and venison cutlets in 
another day or two. 
The canyon was only a few hundred yards across, 
the flat part probably not more than one hundred, 
and as the sides rose very abruptly for several 
thousand feet, it looked narrower than it really 
was. Our men pointed out the way for the next 
day—it was a zigzag up a steep shoulder for a 
thousand feet or more to timber. 
After dinner Buck told us some of his experi- 
ences. By profession he was a ‘‘chucker-out’’ in 
-a dance hall in the Seven Devil Country, and the 
experiences were lurid in the extreme. 
The temperature in the canyon was much higher 
than any that we had yet experienced at night, and 
we were told that watermelons grew at the ranch, 
and a few apples. The ranch was owned by Ber- 
goff, possibly also the owner of the hot springs 
we passed a few days before. Our camp was cer- 
tainly beautifully situated in this deep canyon and 
by such a fine stream. But what a lonely life the 
rancher must have led! and how exciting life in the 
lighthouse at Belle Isle or Instrahull would be after 
a few years at Bergoff’s ranch. 
‘We were now on the fringe of the great game 
country, and expected by the next night to have 
bagged a sheep with a few bears. The only adverse 
opinion we had had was from a man across the 
river, and it was probably prompted by a resent- 
ment of our intrusion. 
On the morning of the 23d we were up with the 
sun, and catching the horses which had not wan- 
