CAMP FIRES IN THE YUKON 35 



this morning found us up for breakfast at four 

 o'clock. Old Snorty and Ginger, two of the horses, 

 in spite of being hobbled, rambled away, and Dixon 

 went after them. They certainly must have de- 

 cided to take a journey, for Dixon followed their 

 trail for a number of miles before he heard their 

 bells down in the river bottom; in fact, they had 

 strayed eight miles from camp in spite of hobbles, 

 and it was nearly nine o'clock when we got them 

 back and ready to start. 



After climbing a very high and difficult sand-hill 

 we went down into the broad bottom land, and not- 

 withstanding our late start we lunched at Marshall 

 Creek, fifteen miles from our starting point of the 

 morning. The afternoon found us making fast 

 time along the bottom lands which have become 

 much wider, being about twenty miles across and 

 covered with fine grass feed. The black flies were 

 thick, but even the transport horses trotted along 

 the level course so the flies did not annoy greatly. 

 At several points our trail cuts through willow tim- 

 bers running down into the bottoms. 



Here we note the remains of an Indian " fence," 

 utilized in making a " drive " for caribou. The 

 method was certainly simple and, to the writer, a 

 novel one for slaughtering game that once infested 

 this region. The Indians decided on a course to 

 build the fence and then went through the timber 

 along the predetermined line, chopping the trees 



