1 86 THE UPPER YUKON 



ing on lily pads in the water. Then we spied 

 a good-sized bull caribou lying down in some 

 long grass. We rode fast and very near to 

 him. "Ain't you going to shoot?" asked the 

 Chief. 



"No, he's not big enough," I said, and rode 

 on past him. He then arose from his grassy 

 bed and bounded away out of danger. 



Crossing the river bed and the main stream 

 on the far side, we went close to the Nazarhat 

 moraine, climbing up from the bottom to an 

 elevation where we might search the whole 

 landscape with the glasses. 



Nothing was seen until late in the afternoon, 

 when as we were turning around the base of 

 a pinnacle, we suddenly saw a very fine bull 

 accompanied by only one cow. He looked 

 around and saw us, but before he could make 

 a bolt out of range of the rifle, I had him 

 sighted and quickly fired the bullet. It struck 

 him behind the shoulder and down he went. 

 This one was a fine specimen and very fat, 

 as the mating season had then not yet com- 

 menced. It would be hard to find a fatter 

 animal of any species than he was. When he 

 was skinned ready for the pack horse and some 

 of the fat was stowed away in the saddle bag, 

 we commenced our return journey. The way 



