AN EXCITING CARIBOU HUNT 89 



sound of the exploding bullets reverberated 

 among the mountains and completely puzzled 

 the bulls, as they stopped and looked in all 

 directions. Then they commenced to retrace 

 their steps, coming directly towards us and 

 keeping a sharp lookout all the while. Un- 

 doubtedly they were suspicious, and not quite 

 sure that the enemy was behind them, as the 

 reverberations had seemed to indicate. They 

 walked down a few hundred yards slowly 

 and carefully, stopping frequently to watch 

 and to listen. A patch of green grass was 

 reached. They began to nibble this luscious 

 and tender salad. In this occupation they 

 seemed to forget their fright and the sound 

 of the shots, and set to feeding in real earnest. 

 Up to this time we had been hiding behind 

 a rock quite a bit to the right of their line 

 of probable descent. Taking advantage of 

 their enjoyment of the noon-day feed (it was 

 now after one o'clock) we worked to the left, 

 dodging from rock to rock, until we came to 

 the back of a round butte. This we carefully 

 climbed from the rear. When we were able 

 to peer over the top of the butte, the caribou 

 bulls were not in sight. We felt nonplussed 

 at this, and could not understand how we had 

 lost them. With the glasses the snow was 



