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SPORTSMEN S EQUIPMENT C0„ 1428 Vine Sl, Cincinnati, 0 
the Shuswap Valley, partly hidden by 
floating clouds; across from us were 
great ice-bound, dazzling white peaks, 
some of them nine thousand feet high 
and without a name at that. Far up 
the valley we could see the source of 
the Shuswap River, Green Lake, with 
fairy coves on one side and the snow 
on its frozen surface looking like a 
giant billiard table with a white cover 
over it. 
On the morning of our eighth day 
out from the ranch, we started early 
for the head of the valley. Sitting on 
the heels of our snow-shoes, we to- 
boganned in a most exhilarating way 
straight down over the snowy surface 
that covered probably the most densely 
bushed country in British Columbia, 
for, in the summer time, when the snow 
is gone, the route over which we trav¬ 
eled is quite impassable owing to the 
heavy underbrush; but at this time it 
was smooth and unobstructed except 
for the great trees that reared every¬ 
where around us. As we careened 
down this slope, we made great use of 
our walking poles. They made splendid 
brakes when our speed became too 
great. At times we had to stop up and 
make a detour round some huge moun¬ 
tain of a boulder that must have been 
thrown up out of the bowels of the 
earth at some prehistoric period, or 
across the top of a precipice with sev¬ 
eral hundred feet of a drop. We slid 
four thousand feet in the course of two 
hours, then our journey downward be¬ 
came more gradual. 
George took his bearings from the 
compass when we started and so good 
was his judgment that we landed out 
in the valley within fifty yards of his 
objective, a damp, uninviting place on 
the river. 
Two great trees had fallen together 
toward the river. It was at the foot 
of these that we were compelled to 
camp. Six feet of snow had collected 
on top of them and in the slight thaw 
was now threatening to slide over and 
smother the hole we were making camp 
in. With the axe, George had to cut 
out snow eight feet high, seven feet 
long and four feet wide, to get ground- 
level for our beds. The snow kept 
melting and sliding over the fallen 
cedars into our fire. If we moved, we 
disturbed icicles which seemed fairly 
to chuckle with delight as they slipped 
in at our necks and down our bare 
backs. 
Being near running water, I dreamed 
again. This time I was walking down 
a busy city street, dressed up, but 
without my boots and socks. I could 
see my footwear in the roadway, being 
trodden on by pedestrians and squeezed 
into the mud by passing vehicles, but 
try as I liked I could not get at them. 
Wet socks were evidently becoming an 
obsession with me. Later I dreamed 
that the snow from the cedars had 
slipped over and had joined the snow 
on the other side of us and that we 
were imprisoned. I woke with a shout 
and, half asleep, still thought it was 
true. In muffled excitement I shouted 
the danger to George, but all the sym¬ 
pathy I got from him was, “Running 
water; nightmare; everything’s O.K. 
Go to sleep!” 
It was at this, most miserable of 
camps, that I spent my first and only 
resting-up day. George went out for 
a short trip on a branch line on the 
other side of the valley. How the time 
dragged! Sitting six hours in a win¬ 
ter camp, not able to move a yard 
without snow-shoes on, nothing but 
snow around, with no book to read and 
no inclination to write anything, is the 
surest and swiftest way that I can 
suggest to a straight jacket and a 
lunatic asylum. 
How welcome his cheery salutation 
sounded on his return that evening! 
This short line he had visited was a 
new one and his success demonstrated 
how the marten trapper must change 
his lines continually to be successful. 
It is in this country, from the Gold 
Range and the Selkirks, north to Tjon 
Cache, that the highest grade marten 
in the world are trapped. 
George, who was ever making cal¬ 
culations, demonstrated to me at this 
point how costly food becomes when it 
is carried a long way. He reckoned 
that a hardened packer will carry on 
his back some sixty pounds steadily 
on such a trail as we were moving 
over. A packer’s wages is at least 
five dollars a day, and, on even a 
twelve days’ trip, sixty pounds of food 
at sixty dollars for packer’s wages 
would already raise the value one dol¬ 
lar per pound freightage alone, with¬ 
out consideration of the original cost 
of the goods. It was a simple way of 
making one understand why eggs cost 
a dollar a piece in Dawson during the 
Klondike rush. 
At the commencement of my trip, 
one of my friends, recalling a previous 
occasion upon which I had gone into 
the mountains, deer-hunting, and had 
got lost in the hills, in the snow, for 
two days, without either food or water, 
presented me with a tin of emergency 
rations of some malted milk food. I 
had carried this with me until I sug¬ 
gested to George that we sample it. 
“I’m game to try anything once,” he 
remarked. And we set-to. 
“Well, what do you think of the 
lunch, George?” I asked, after we had 
tried one or two pellets. 
“Guess it would be all right,” he 
answered drily, “if a man had a' sack 
of potatoes along with it.” 
On our tenth day out, we were still 
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