CARIBOU AND BROWN BEAR 173 



Elting and I started the next morning at five-thirty 

 with Mike, and hardly had we gone a mile from camp 

 when five caribou appeared and ran off to om- right down 

 to lower ground, Elting in close pursuit. Within an hour 

 he had killed the best caribou that any of our party secured 

 at Pavlof Bay. It had beautiful antlers 41 1 inches wide, 

 50 inches long, with thirty-eight points. We cut off the 

 head, hung the liver on one of the spikes to dry and left 

 it there to be called for later in the day. 



The Grant caribou, which variety is foimd only on 

 the Alaska Peninsula, is smaller in body than its nearest 

 neighbors, the Kenai and Osborne types. The horns 

 are very long but not greatly palmated. It is similar to 

 the other barren ground varieties. 



Our course now led us across a considerable river 

 which flowed out of the foot of Pavlof Volcano and after 

 a northerly direction emptied into Bering Sea. Through 

 the icy water we waded and on the farther bank stopped 

 to wring out our stockings and put them on again more 

 or less dry. Over hills and valleys from ridge to ridge 

 we went, scanning all points with our glasses. All the 

 caribou, however, seemed to have small horns. Finally, 

 as we lay on one of the higher elevations behind a httle 

 knob, two or three points of horns just projecting to 

 the sky-line above the stony hillside in front of us, caught 

 our eyes. Closer inspection showed that two of the antlers 

 were clean of the velvet and one was still covered with 

 it. The best animals were lying down. We stalked over 

 the brow of the hill carefully and when I had crawled 

 within one hundred yards they stood up. As they looked 

 at me the gun sounded and they all ran down the slope 

 away from us. But a few yards and the leader fell, 

 shot through the shoulder. It was a handsome head, 



