CAMP FIRES IN THE YUKON 45 



top for the night, and the mists were creeping lower 

 down the mountain. As only a few minutes of light 

 for shooting remained, we decided Dixon should try 

 to rush up to within shooting distance. 



The writer sat down to watch the guide who, 

 with the agility of a goat, made marvelous speed up 

 the rock slopes, while the writer wondered if his 

 own legs and wind would ever permit of a like feat. 

 About one thousand feet above the guide paused for 

 a shot, the flame belched from the gun, but there 

 was no sound, the shot had missed its mark; a sec- 

 ond flash from the muzzle and out of the misty haze 

 came rolling a white ball, bounding from rock to 

 rock, sliding and tumbling, until far below the dead 

 sheep stopped almost at timber line. After par- 

 tially dressing the sheep to reduce the superfluous 

 weight we started to drag it down to camp, and 

 after stumbling about in the darkness in the thick 

 timber finally reached our fire on the beach at 11.30 



P.M. 



I confided to Dixon that I had named that par- 

 ticular mountain after myself to commemorate the 

 occasion of my first sheep hunt in the Yukon, on 

 which occasion I had struggled hard but had 

 " died." Dixon is rather consoling, however, as he 

 tells me that since my wind and legs are not accus- 

 tomed to lifting one hundred and seventy pounds up 

 a mountain, I did surprisingly well to " die " so far 

 up the mountain, and if the light had permitted a 



