CHAPTER IX 



" There where the livid tundras keep their tryst with the 



tranquil snows; 

 There where the silences are spawned and the light of 



hell-fire flows 



Into the bowl of the midnight iky, violet, amber, and 

 rose." 



September 7. Although the temperature was 

 low, a cloudless sky and brilliant, early-morning sun 

 promised a fair day, as we saddled our riding horses 

 and loaded a pack animal with bedding and small 

 cook outfit and made ready to start for the moose 

 grounds, which had been reconnoitered by the writer 

 yesterday. Albert and myself will spend several 

 days there, and we took Morley Bones along with 

 us in order to bring back the horses after we reached 

 our camping place, as we did not wish to be bothered 

 by having to look after horses in a locality where 

 horse feed was scarce and the probability of horses 

 straying off was almost a certainty. 



Starting at seven, our course lay down the St. 

 Clair bottoms a number of miles, where we turned 

 off at Bull Creek and began our upward climb 

 through the timber until we came out on the tree- 



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