150 CAMP FIRES IN THE YUKON 



Hudson's Bay Cree, Ojibway, and the Montanais 

 Indian down through the half-breed strain to the 

 full blood, white trapper, but has never quite 

 reached the hunting technique employed by Albert, 

 my Aishihik Indian companion, on to-day's hunt. 

 We had breakfast and were out on the ridge on 

 lookout by four-thirty this morning and we saw 

 nothing whatever until eleven o'clock, when three 

 bull moose came into the water to feed at the far 

 end of Tepee Lake nine miles away. 



There were two small bulls and one immense bull, 

 whose magnificent spread of horn we clearly made 

 out with the glasses as his wet antlers flashed in the 

 sunlight. While we watched this bull, not daring 

 to leave our lookout until he ceased feeding and 

 indicated the direction of his afternoon's resting 

 place, we too satisfied our hunger with smoked cari- 

 bou meat and hardtack, until the old bull finally 

 stopped feeding and swam across a little bay. We 

 watched the two small bulls follow him, until he 

 drove them off, and then pursued his solitary course 

 along the lake beach and disappeared into the tim- 

 ber. Albert looked over the country carefully and 

 finally picked out a hill where he felt sure the moose 

 would go to rest, and at once we hurried down the 

 mountain and began our ten-mile stalk for that dis- 

 tant hill. 



As we " mushed " through the snow masking the 

 clinging bog, into which we sank with every step, 



