CHAPTER V 



" There where the mighty mountains bare their fangs unto 



the moon, 

 There where the sullen sun-dogs glare in the snow-bright 



bitter moon, 



And the glacier-glutted streams sweep down at the clarion 

 call of June." 



August 17. Clear and cold morning. We de- 

 cided that Hoyt and Wolcott will take Jim Baker 

 and go down the Donjeck looking for grizzlies, 

 Cutting and Bettle will go up on the mountains for 

 sheep, while Hayden and the writer will try for 

 caribou on the barrens. At breakfast Bones inquired 

 if we heard the wolf howling on the bar last night, 

 and tells us it is the same wolf that has been follow- 

 ing him around for a number of months. Jim Baker 

 looked at Bones for a moment, gazing steadily at 

 his " hayrack head of hair," and without a suspicion 

 of a smile gravely drawled, " Wai, if I had a varmit 

 trailin' me around like that all summer it strikes 

 me I would get my hair cut so the wolf would learn 

 I was a human bein' and not mistake me for some 

 other varmit. 1 ' Every one exploded except Bones 

 and Baker, the latter continuing to gaze at Bones a 



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