CHAPTER II 



UP THE PACIFIC COAST 

 "The air breathes upon us here most sweetly." 



LEAVING Vancouver on August loth at 

 1 1.40 P. M., we soon were speeding north 

 in a steamer that ran as smoothly and as 

 quietly as any one could wish for. The fol- 

 lowing morning we were favored with mild 

 weather, but had to face a head wind. Among 

 the passengers were five big-game hunters, 

 bound for the Gassier District in Northern 

 British Columbia. One of them is a famous 

 surgeon of Milwaukee, Dr. H. A. Sifton, who 

 was born in London, Canada, my old town 

 where I spent many of my boyhood days. He 

 was accompanied by Robert A. Uihlein of 

 Milwaukee, a sturdy athletic young man who 

 has large business interests in that city. He 

 is compelled to take to hunting so as to balance 

 up for his close devotion to business pursuits. 

 Then came J. A. Burnham, a hunter just 

 fresh from Sumatra, where he had been after 

 elephants and other big game. He was ac- 



