By Pack Train Through the Cassiar 
HIS is the story of a hunt after big 
game of Alaska and British Columbia ; 
the mountain sheep, (Ovis stonei), be¬ 
ing the particular trophy sought. 
The story, like most sportsmen’s 
tales, is one to be told from the note¬ 
book, with the camera to help bear 
out its truths. As such we give it 
herewith: 
The writer left New York the 
evening of August 12th, via Canadian Pacific, bound for Vic¬ 
toria, B. C., arriving in the latter city on the evening of Au ^ 12th 
the 13th. 
Going to the Empress Hotel, I was met by Mr. Clifford 
Little, with whom I had been in correspondence in regard to Au ^ 13th 
a shooting-trip to the Cassiar, and who was to accompany 
me as companion and guide. 
The extent of my acquaintance with Little had con¬ 
sisted wholly of brief correspondence in connection with this 
proposed trip; hence it was not without some trepidation that 
I met the gentleman who was to share with me the pleasures 
and hardships of the lone Northern country for many ensuing 
weeks. The best, or the worst, side of a man’s character is 
almost sure to crop out when “hoofing it” along the trail— 
sometimes wet, sometimes hungry, sometimes disappointed; 
so that taking a trip of this kind with practically a stranger 
is a great deal of a gamble. However, after a half-hour’s chat 
with Little, I felt my choice to have been a wise one, and I 
am happy to say that subsequent acquaintance more than 
proved my estimate true. In the many years I have hunted 
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