CHAPTER VIII 



A CHANGE OF BASE 



"To-morrow let my sun his beams display 

 Or in clouds hide them. I have lived to-day." 



ACCORDING to our program it was 

 now time to commence a gradual jour- 

 ney to the outer world. The camp was 

 broken up, and our pack horses were loaded 

 with horns, antlers and dunnage. We 

 crossed over a divide and struck an extended 

 water shed with a large stream swiftly flowing 

 through a wide valley. Deep caribou trails 

 were seen in different directions; in one place 

 they were nearly two feet in depth. Gophers 

 were plentiful and so were the ptarmi- 

 gan. 



On this march I saw the only Wilson 

 snipe that we sighted during the whole trip. 

 We were now in close touch with another 

 hunting party consisting of Mr. R. B. Slaugh- 

 ter — a famous hunter from Chicago — and 

 Stephen B. Elkins, Jr., of West Virginia. 

 The latter had experienced much trouble with 



