ADVENTURES IN THE KENAI 267 



of spoiling a lot of sport I might have had in hunting 

 sheep. 



"Along towards ten o'clock I had worked my way 

 well to the head of Funny River, and was surprised to 

 see a man walking more or less in my direction on the 

 other side of the stream. In a few minutes I heard three 

 shots in rapid succession and saw a bunch of moose come 

 up out of the canyon, going as though they were late 

 for an appointment in the next county. The man who 

 did the shooting proved to be one 'Windy,' a trapper. 

 He said, when I came up to him, that he had been shooting 

 at a wolverine, but those moose were in a fine place to 

 leave a bear or fox bait, and I rather think the wolverine 

 story was told on account of some very bad shooting. 



''I told 'Windy' that I was looking for a sheep camp 

 and got from him the location of a cabin on Watch Creek, 

 and for a consideration persuaded him to go back to 

 camp, tell them where I had gone, and return next day 

 with Crit; some grub and my bed. 



"Watch Creek heads just over the divide southward 

 from the head of Funny River. It is a small creek and 

 descends from the mountainside most abruptly. About 

 half way down it has cut a deep chasm in the mountain, 

 and just at the top of a beautiful waterfall the trail 

 crosses the creek and in a few hundred yards leads to 

 a little hunter's cabin made of cottonwood logs, and 

 built in a pocket on the mountainside just below timber 

 line. 



"On my way to the cabin, which I reached in the 

 late afternoon, I saw seven sheep and was close to a herd 

 of ewes. Upon my arrival at the cabin I had practically 

 to drive a young bull moose from the door before I entered. 

 I found a sheep-skin robe in the cabin and a few hand- 



