AUTHOR'S NOTE 



The frontiers of the world are now all hut gone, for the 

 feet of men have trodden almost every trail and the beaks of 

 ships have blown into every sea. Blazes on the trees, keels 

 buried in the beaches meet us wherever we adventure. But 

 this does not necessarily sadden a man who leaves for the 

 time a more crowded civilization to seek refreshment in the 

 wilderness. To him the smell of the woods and the salt 

 taste of spray are sufficient. 



This story of a hunting trip pretends only to tell of 

 a summer cruise through, beyond and around Alaska in 

 search of sport with the rifle and the freedom which gives 

 that sport its zest. 



The photographs have been selected from a large number 

 taken by members of the party and each bears the name of the 

 man who took it, except those by the author. Special por- 

 traits of various related game heads, lent by the owners for 

 comparison with those shot on the trip, have been reproduced 

 on the same scale, and each bears the owner's name. No 

 retouching has been allowed on any illustrations. 



For advice, criticism and assistance I am grateful 

 to Alfred M. Collins, Wilson Potter, Gilpin Lovering, 

 Dr. Arthur W. Elting, Dr. William T. Hornaday, Allen 

 I. Smith and Charles R. Wood. None of these gentlemen 

 is responsible for any shortcomings of the text. 



E. M. S. 

 Philadelphia, April, 191J^. 



