68 THE UPPER YUKON 



tribe of Indians, who went by the name of 

 "Old Joe," went with me. A lean, thin In- 

 dian he was, who in some way managed to get 

 a square meal every other day, and by force of 

 circumstances had to fast the balance of the 

 time. He had helped a young Indian to kill 

 four large bull moose having a respective 

 spread of antlers of sixty, sixty-two, sixty-three 

 and sixty-four inches, apparently in the belief 

 that we would purchase the heads, even though 

 the animals were killed out of season. 



We soon disabused them of their dream of 

 sudden riches. Then Old Joe brought to us 

 a hind quarter of moose meat which he tried 

 to sell us. But we much preferred bacon and 

 eggs to the rump of a bull moose, so there was 

 ''nothing doing" in the way of moose trade. 



We invited Joe to take supper with us, and 

 we had rare enjoyment in watching him stow 

 away food. When he had eaten all that his 

 stomach could apparently hold, he lay down 

 on the ground without a blanket or fire, and 

 fell asleep. The next morning he and the 

 hind quarter of moose were gone, and we saw 

 him no more. 



