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as it seemed to me to be an animal of 

 tmiisual size. But I had not my tape line 

 with me. 



We only remained in this camp three days, 

 as we found nothing but old tracks of caribou 

 and sheep on the mountains in the neighbour- 

 hood, which were very parched and dry 

 compared with the range where I had been 

 hunting caribou to the south of the river. 

 I imagine that very little rain could have 

 fallen in this district during the past summer, 

 and that the feed having become poor and 

 scanty most of the game had moved off in 

 search of better grazing grounds. 



We saw very little sign of moose either, 

 amongst the willow scrub at the heads of the 

 high valleys, and at this time, in this 

 particularly warm season, I fancy that most of 

 these animals were still low down in the thick 

 forests. 



I had, however, one piece of good luck at any 

 rate. When out with Thomas on September 7th, 

 we saw from the open shoulder of a mountain, 

 a bull moose feeding near the head of a 



