PHOTO BY A. J. STONE. 



A PAIR OF THEM. 



started (after supper) to hunt a little on his 

 own hook. Soon we heard firing and pres- 

 ently the hunter came into camp reporting 

 that he had killed a cow moose and her calf. 

 This set at rest the food question. 



John and I went with him to the game, 

 in the morning, I taking measurements and 

 photographing the carcasses. The cow was 

 large and fat, 93 inches in total length, and 

 68 inches high at the shoulder. The calf 

 (about a week old) 2,7 inches total length, 

 and 33 inches high. 



The meat we cut up, and as the weather 

 was very warm, prepared it for drying, by 

 smoking. This occupied us all till noon, and 

 would keep one man through the afternoon. 

 As I had other work to do, I volunteered to 

 stay in camp and keep up the smoke while 

 the others looked for sheep. 



Returning before sunset they reported 

 having seen 3 far off, traveling the sharp 

 crest of the range. Knowing my anxiety to 

 procure specimens they concluded not to 

 pursue, but to return to camp and inform 

 me. I was sure the animals would not go far 

 that night so deferred action till morning. 

 Retiring at 9 we were up at 12 midnight, 

 made a hasty meal of tea and cold moose and 

 at 4.30 were on top of the range. We soon 

 found 2 of them near where they had been 

 found the previous evening. They were still 

 lying down, and as the wind was in our favor 

 we waited for them to move. This they soon 

 did, quickly disappearing. Leaving the cam- 



era and our hats behind we climbed in pur- 

 suit over as rugged a trail as I have ever 

 attempted. 



Reaching the rocks where we had seen 

 them we found a narrow gap beyond which 

 the surface sank into a little basin. Here I 

 felt sure they were. Slipping through this 

 cautiously but quickly we peered over, and 

 there — not more than 75 yards from us, was 

 the coveted prize — 2 sheep. Two rifles rang 

 out and 2 sheep lay dead at our feet. What 

 a happy moment! I yelled again and again. 



The Indian, to whom this was only meat, 

 and otherwise valueless, the skin being al- 

 most worthless, gazed in stolid astonishment 

 at my wild antics. He could not appreciate 

 the toil I had undergone, the dangers I had 

 braved, the hardships I had endured, the 

 hundreds of miles I had come just to get 

 these 2 specimens. The pleasure I felt at be- 

 ing able to determine as to the identity of 

 the white and black sheep, was all folly to 

 him! 



He returned for my camera while I pro 

 ceeded to measure our victims. They were 

 mates and were just in process of shed- 

 ding; hence not beauties, but because of 

 their condition all the more interesting as 

 specimens. Here were both the old coat and 

 the new to confute the theory of changing 

 shades with changing seasons. 



Two days were consumed in getting the 

 skins ready for transportation, for in this 

 warm weather everv caution must be ob- 



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