316 THE BED MOUNTAIN OF ALASKA. 
Let me look at that ar map one minute, will ye ? 
he said. 
He held it down to the firelight and examined it atten- 
tively ; then rubbed his hand through his grizzled locks 
in a puzzled way. 
" What is it, Solomon ? " 
" I want to see Peeschee," said the hunter, reflectively, 
without vouchsafing an answer. 
He rose to go out, but the Alaskan saved him the 
trouble by entering the hut at that moment. It was evi- 
dent from his blank face that he knew what had happened, 
and realized the danger that stared them in the face. 
"Look here, old fellow," said Solomon, "here's some- 
thing I don't understand." 
He pointed to the hieroglyph, on the map, which looked 
like a saw-horse with an X on one end. 
" We've faound everything else, so far," continued 
Solomon, " except that critter. As fer that skull in the 
corner, I believe the old medicine-man, or whoever first 
made the map, jest put it in to scare people away, in case 
they got so near the maounting as this." 
The two men crouched by the fire, and bent closely over 
the tracing. 
Presently Peeschee straightened himself up, and an- 
nounced his verdict in one word : 
" Caribou." 
" Hooray ! " shouted Solomon, starting to his feet. 
" You've got it, sure. I've seen an Injun draw a caribou, 
