Forest and Stream 
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NEW YORK, SATURDAY, JANUARY 11, 1913. 
VOL. LXXX.—No. 2. 
127 Franklin St., New York. 
Sheep Hunting Around Alaska’s 
By HARRY G. SCHAUPP 
In Two Parts—Part One 
W E left our cabin on the Copper River 
in the early part of September for a 
prospecting and hunting trip around the 
Wrangell volcano. 
Frank made one trip over there with a pack 
on his back, taking along Spot, who also car¬ 
ried a pack. Spot was a canine friend who 
was on the spot when it came to packing or a 
hard pull on a sled. He held himself aloof 
from the scrawny, ill-fed Indian dogs, but 
made friendly overtures to a small Siwash 
pup. 
Frank and Lou took two of their horses 
and I one of mine. We swam the horses across 
the Copper, while our Indian friend, Allen, took 
us across in his boat. Allen seemed to think 
very favorably of the mineral resources of the 
Wrangell region. 
“Alebe so biyou (much) gold sit down big 
stone. Mebe so ketchum chetta (copper). 
Mebe so halo (no).” 
We packed our horses and headed for the 
“big stone” (mountain), occasionally making 
use of an old Indian trail. To digress a 
moment, did you ever lash a pack on a skittish 
horse and have him shy over against you, plant¬ 
ing his non-shod hoof on your own? Um, 
well it’s not conducive to that evenness of 
temperament so essential on a hot day with a 
horde of mosquitoes drilling prospect holes on 
your face and neck. Particularly so after a 
morning’s chase of several miles for the horses 
where the feed is scarce and they have back¬ 
tracked. You give him a short-arm jab as 
Highest Volcano 
a gentle reminder that he is not standing on 
terra firma and he blinks sorrowfully, trembling¬ 
ly wondering what he has done now to offend 
his lord and master. Another solar-plexus 
punch and he gets the impression that he is 
doing something wrong. So he experiments 
by lifting the opposite foot, throwing his full 
weight on the one resting on your own. You 
clinch your teeth on an indrawn breath and 
rupture a few brain cells in strong thoughts 
that eventually reach him by mental telepathy, 
for he shifts his weight to the other foot and 
releases yours. 'Phis also relieves the lock¬ 
jaw, and your mouth opens as the retained 
breath and thoughts come forth in quick audible 
sounds that relegate the horse to those fiery 
regions so close beneath Wrangell. 
On the Nedina we rested our horses awhile 
near an old waterwheel which some earlier 
prospectors had constructed for running a small 
sawmill to cut lumber for sluice boxes. 
The second day we camped at the head of 
the Dadina at timber line at Wrangell's base. 
The horses were turned out to make the best 
of the scanty grass, and despite the hobbles, 
were continually taking the back trail for the 
Copper, where feed was good. One forenoon, 
after a return in search of the horse, Frank 
said he had seen twenty-three sheep in a basin 
at the head of a short tributary gulch. As 
prospecting had not panned out well, we de¬ 
cided to put in some time in hunting sheep for 
a winter's stqDply of meat. We accordingly 
made plans for getting at this bunch of twenty- 
three. 
As opportunity did not seem favorable for 
getting within range by going up tbe gulch, we 
decided that Lou and I should each take a 
side and gain a commanding position on the 
cliffs above. Frank was to take the .22 rifle 
and automatic pistol (as we only had two large 
rifles) and work up the center until the sheep 
became alarmed and fled to the rocky ranges on 
either side. The head of the gulch terminated 
at a very high, steep ridge, whose upper 
reaches were deeply covered with snow. We 
figured that when the sheep tried to leave the 
basin they would take to the more easily ac¬ 
cessible rocky sides. After a long climb, I 
gained what I thought was a favorable position. 
But in the meantime heavy fog or clouds had 
gathered about the heights. These broke and 
closed again at intervals. Making my way out 
to a projecting point over a perpendicular 
