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an' that's jest the way he figgers it aout. Four legs and 
two big horns." 
"Well, well," said Mr. Button, impatiently, "what 
does it mean ? We haven't seen any caribou signs near 
the trail." 
" That's exactly the p'int. Ef we had, and hadn't 
come onto a caribou, I should think sartin the game hed 
desarted the country and moved thar quarters. But it's 
my opinion we hevn't struck the right place for 'em, fust 
nor last ! " 
" Where do you think the game is, then ? " Mr. But- 
ton's tone, it must be confessed, was not very hopeful. 
" Why, I remember seein' a sort of big gulch making 
up inter the maountings on the right-hand side o' the 
trail, as we come along over that ar awful rough piece o' 
travellin'. It looked kind o' gamey then, but we wus all 
so full o' gittin' ahead that thar was no chance to try. 
It's my opinion that ef I should go back fifteen miles or 
so on our trail, and then strike off straight to the west'ard, 
by that ar gulch, I'd bring ye in some caribou." 
" You never could get it home, if you shot one." 
"Oh, you c'n resk me an' the Injuns fer luggin' it 
home, ef we once bring daown a caribou. Anyways, 
we'll try it. Good-night ! " 
" Good-night, Solomon, and God bless you for your 
courage and devotion ! " 
They all shook hands with him silently, and he went 
out into the night. 
