CHAPTER XI 



CAHIBOU AND BROWN BEAR 



HAVING once decided that we should be unlikely 

 to secure good specimens of caribou in the 

 neighborhood of Mike's house, we lost no time in 

 moving to the camp nearer the volcanoes, where Klein- 

 schmidt was awaiting us. By noon the next day we had 

 rowed Mike's dory seven miles down the bay to a point 

 on the shore opposite the island where the "Abler" was 

 moored. At this point a little stream ran into Pavlof 

 Bay where the end of a sand bar, about two miles long, 

 protected a small slew. Mike had built a shack here 

 to occupy in his winter trapping. The dory, belonging 

 to Mike's Aleut neighbors, lay tied to the bank beside 

 Ed Born's red skiff, showing that the men had already 

 packed our camp equipment inland. 



It was about seven miles from this shack up to the 

 camp. We started just before noon, lunching on the way 

 in a hollow of the tundra, and arrived about five o'clock 

 at the camp, which Kleinschmidt had pitched among 

 large alders at the foot of a broad flat-top hill some six 

 hundred feet above the table land. Kleinschmidt had 

 brought one 8 x 10 canvas tent, Ossip, the Aleut, had 

 his striped awning-like tent, while Elting and I were to 

 sleep in a little 7x7 miner's tent which weighed only 

 five and one-half pounds. Kleinschmidt and Dr. Young 

 had arrived there at noon and had gone off for another 

 hunt after killing two caribou. We spent the rest of the 

 day arranging things for the night. 



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