CHAPTER IV 



A LOST MOOSE 



"Night's candles were burnt out, and jocund day 

 Stood tiptoe on the misty mountain's top." 



WE had now journeyed nearly two hun- 

 dred miles through a comparatively 

 gameless country. From now on, however, 

 until we reached a permanent camp where we 

 were to stay at least two weeks, we would be 

 liable to strike big game any day, so said the 

 Chief. 



I have always taken a keen interest in bird 

 life, and hence was on the lookout to note the 

 different species of birds as our journey pro- 

 gressed day after day. I must confess that I 

 was disappointed with the meager number 

 (outside of the birds of prey) that we passed 

 in this long stretch of territory. 



The grouse family, however, was well rep- 

 resented, for we saw many spruce grouse, pin- 

 tail prairie chickens, willow ptarmigan, rock 

 ptarmigan, and ruffed grouse. We saw 



