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dressed and put them to cook, and pro- 

 ceeded to "bake the bannock" (bread). 

 In a couple of hours ''my partner" re- 

 turned, having shot a fine young cari- 

 bou, and missing an old fellow with 



in the bush, and in piercing through I 

 spied a fine young bull which I brought 

 down with a shot through the neck. By 

 the following night we had secured an- 

 other, and packed them down the moun- 



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horns as long as — well, I won't pretend 

 to say, as I did not see him. 



But if they were as large as he said, 

 I am very glad that he missed him, for 

 carrying a head of such dimensions is 

 no small trick, I can tell you, when you 

 have to pack it on your back six or 

 eight miles. I have had this experi- 

 ence and I know what it is. 



Next morning we started after the 

 carcass, as he had dressed it and left it 

 where he had shot it. We had not gone 

 far when we lost the blaze he had made 

 with his knife on trees and bush. We 

 separated, and shortly I heard a racket 



Photo by R. J. Warren 



tain to an old camp I had made a couple 

 of years before and to which we could 

 get pack horses. 



We camped here for the night, had 

 caribou steak, caribou stew, boiled it in 

 the "billy" with barley, and a^finer dish 

 I never ate, although I had had sev- 

 eral before and several since. Next 

 morning we went to the little town in 

 the valley and got some pack horses 

 and returned for the game ; took some 

 pictures of "the kill" and "ready for 

 home," and then returned home to the 

 old game of "grab" — "Didn't you get 

 any?" "Well, I got mine," etc. 



