A LOST MOOSE 8i 



where green grass was growing deep. By 

 eleven o'clock we emerged on the top of a 

 divide. 



So far, no game worthy of mention had been 

 seen, yet there was an abundance of sheep and 

 caribou tracks on the route with an occasional 

 grizzly bear trail to lend additional interest. 

 While the horses were feeding on the few tufts 

 of grass to be found on the summit, the Chief 

 and I were scanning the horizon with glasses. 

 For a time no moving creature was to be seen, 

 and things looked dubious for our first day's 

 hunt. 



Then a young ram appeared, coming over 

 the edge of an opposite divide. He was fol- 

 lowed by four more young rams, and lastly 

 came an old ram with such big horns that he 

 was a giant in contrast with the other five. 

 The Chief at once became somewhat excited 

 as he viewed "his majesty" through the 

 glass. 



"Do you feel like stalking that old fellow? 

 If we tackle him we'll have to go down to the 

 canyon below, and climb up over the other 

 summit, and it will take us three hours and a 

 half at least, as it will be a hard climb." 



"Chief, wherever you lead, I'll follow," I 

 replied; "this I mean in every sense of the 



