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expedition as one of the guides, so we looked him 

 over with some considerable interest, as we met in 

 the dim candle-light. When I first met him, I was 

 tremendously impressed with his wonderful crop of 

 hair, which was at least ten inches long and gave him 

 the appearance of a human chrysanthemum. As he 

 came in the cabin I naively inquired, " Who are 

 you?" to which he replied: "Bones, merely 

 Bones." Among the first white men to penetrate 

 into this remote spot in the interior, he has clung to 

 his wilderness home, sometimes engaging in panning 

 gold, sometimes hunting and trapping, but always 

 roaming about the unexplored corners of the coun- 

 try. He is an earnest, hard worker, not given to 

 bombast, an excellent guide and a conservative, and 

 a man whose reputation for square dealing is envi- 

 able. 



Here also we were joined by another guide, Jack 

 Hayden, one of those spontaneously likeable men, 

 who look you in the eye and tell you nothing but the 

 truth of things. Hayden has always been an out- 

 door man; he has driven stage through the moun- 

 tains of Colorado, been a cow-puncher in Texas, 

 mushed and mucked and delved on the Klondike. 

 He was with Mr. Sheldon in the Mt. McKinley dis- 

 trict when Sheldon was studying and making ob- 

 servations on the habits and ranges of mountain 

 sheep. A number of years ago Hayden, nearly 

 down and out and, as he expresses it, " with twenty 



