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dark to shoot, so we decide to leave him till 

 next day. 



At last I had reached a game country, having 

 seen a wolverine, a bear and goat in one after- 

 noon. 



September 21st. It had rained all night 

 but cleared up in the morning. Before I had 

 turned out, Kirby reported the wolverine 

 crossing the same patch of snow opposite the 

 camp about half-a-mile away. Slipping on a 

 pair of boots, I rushed out in my sleeping 

 clothes. Getting the glass on to the beast, I 

 found that this time it was a bear making 

 tracks for the valley we had come up, and no 

 doubt after the salmon which were rotting in 

 thousands on the bank of the river below. 



He was into the cover before anything could 

 be done in the way of a stalk, and did not appear 

 again. 



Examining the ground, I found the valley 

 extended up to the base of Mount Kingcome 

 for about one and a half miles. The sides were 

 precipitous cliffs quite impossible to climb. 

 The slope up to their base was clothed with 

 dense undergrowth, while a creek fed by the 

 melting snow and the rain from the surrounding 

 hills was tumbling noisily down below our 

 camp. 



