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THE ARCTIC PRAIRIES 



spicuous feature of our landscape view; his white 

 choker shone like a parson's. 



Early in the morning we saw a Kingbird. This was 

 our northernmost record for the species. 



We pressed on all day, stopping only for our usual 

 supper of Moose and tea, and about 7 the boys were 



ready to go on again. They 

 paddled till dark at 10. Camped 

 in the rain, but every one was 

 well pleased, for we had made 

 40 miles that day and were 

 that much nearer to flour. 



This journey had brought 

 us down the Nyarling and 15 

 miles down the Buffalo. 



It rained all night; next 

 morning the sun came out once 

 or twice but gave it up, and 

 clouds with rain sprinklings 

 kept on. We had struck a 

 long spell of wet; it was very trying, and fatal to 

 photographic work. 



After a delicious, appetising, and inspiring breakfast 

 of straight Moose, without even salt, and raw tea, we 

 pushed on along the line of least resistance, i.e., tow- 

 ard flour. 



A flock of half a dozen Bohemian Waxwings were 



seen catching flies among the tall spruce tops; probably 



all were males enjoying a stag party while their wives 



were home tending eggs or young. 



Billy shot a female Bufflehead Duck; she was so 



Two Robins chasing a Red- 

 tail from its own nest. 

 July 12, 1907 



