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bent around to the west and north and entered Skilak 

 Lake about six miles below the cottonwoods cabin at 

 which we had left our main store of supplies. It was 

 from the mouth of King County Creek that Elting, 

 Collins and Lovering had entered the hunting country. 

 At our present camp we were some five or six miles 

 distant from the trail which they followed in coming in. 



Our attempts to locate moose in the neighborhood of 

 this camp were immediately successful. Bill and I 

 climbed from the cabin up to the moss-covered hills near 

 which we had come down from the sheep country, and 

 began to see the game. One after another the majestic 

 animals emerged from the scanty shelter of the green 

 timber which fringed the slope of the hills and stepped 

 into view unaware of our presence. 



Of the first dozen bulls and cows that we saw none 

 was worth consideration, so we moved along the bench 

 overlooking the green timber in which they were hiding, 

 and went in the general direction of the last camp we had 

 just left, but lower down on the table land. Moose 

 appeared on all sides, not only near the timber but up 

 on the bare moss of the table land. At last we climbed 

 a gaunt hill which commanded a good view. Below us 

 the slopes toward the Killey River and the cabin were 

 covered with fallen timber, interspersed with patches of 

 growing trees. 



Presently several good bulls appeared in the nearer 

 edge of this fallen timber and we stalked them across the 

 canyon and through some hve woods, finally arriving 

 within two hundred yards. One smaller bull lay facing 

 us and we could not make a closer approach but peered 

 with our glasses through the boughs of a little spruce. 

 It was not always easy to make out the whereabouts of 



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