ican aera + THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON Ww > 5 Se 2 f + 7 2) wbbesousih ot manage Se ao ects: Spas os! theca so THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON A HUNTER’S EXPLORATIONS FOR WILD SHEEP IN SUB-ARCTIC MOUNTAINS BY CHARLES SHELDON ILLUSTRATED NEW YORK CHARLES, SORTER NER SS SONS Ors CopyRIGHT, 1911, BY CHARLES SCRIBNER’S SONS Published September, rorz Cch.azs5s13 TO EDWARD W. NELSON One of the world’s foremost field naturalists, who for thirty years conducted natural history explorations in the wilder areas of our continent from Arctic Alaska to Tropical Amer- ica; who first revealed to science the White Sheep of our Far North, and collected the types of the Wild Sheep of the desert ranges of Southern California and Mexico. His love of the wilderness, his studies in ethnology, his zest in hunting, exploring, and collecting, his indomit- able courage, and his high character and nobility of manhood have been to me an ever-present inspiration. PREFACE Tuts book is a record of my field experiences while engaged in studying the color variations of the wild sheep of Yukon Territory. It is an attempt to give a detailed account strictly from the point of view of a hunter inter- ested in natural history. Most parts of the Territory which are inhabited by sheep are also the favorite abodes of moose and grizzly bears, and some of them of caribou. The black bear in- habits the forests everywhere below timber-line; the white goat lives exclusively in the humid belt of the Coast ranges. No other game animals exist in the Yukon wil- derness. Most of the fur-bearing animals of the Hudso- nian zone are abundant on the timbered slopes immedi- ately below the sheep ranges. The number of species of mammals and birds is small. In the North, wild sheep dwell exclusively on high mountains, above timber-line, usually well back within the ranges. Nearly all of the mountains on which I hunted, with the exception of Plateau Mountain and those near Watson River, were untrodden by the foot of white man or Indian. ‘The wilderness was primeval, the sheep practically undisturbed, the other game animals seldom hunted. It was not possible to find guides, for there were none. It was necessary not only to search out a route to the mountains, but also to find the ranges oc- cupied by sheep. I have, therefore, adopted the sub- title, “A Hunter’s Explorations for Wild Sheep in Sub- Arctic Mountains.” vii Vili PREFACE Having made my trips under such conditions, I have tried to record my experiences when travelling by steam- boat, canoe, with pack-horses, and on foot; my efforts to find game and the details of hunting it; and a faithful account of the actions of all animals observed. ‘To this I have added descriptions of the country traversed, my impressions of the scenery, and notes on the weather; so that the book might present a picture of the wilderness of Yukon Territory. All of my actual hunting has been done alone, with- out guide or companion. For the purpose of keeping a record, each day’s experiences and observations were writ- ten in my journal before retiring to sleep. ‘The excep- tions to this practice were very rare. A portion of these journals relates to the habits of animals. In view of subsequent experiences, however, I regard those gained in Yukon Territory merely asa train- ing in observation—a perspective for more correctly inter- preting the observed traits and life histories of animals. This was a great help during the two following years (in- cluding the whole of one) which were spent in the interior of Alaska, where the same animals were much more abundant. For this reason, I have touched only sug- gestively on habits, but hope to include a discussion of them in a future publication. The photographs having legends quoted from the text are accurate illustrations, both in time and place, of that part of the text included in the quotations. With two ex- ceptions, all photographs of dead animals exhibit their attitudes before I touched them, after they had fallen and died. In his interesting book, Recent Hunting Trips in British North America, F.C. Selous has given an account of our trip up the MacMillan River. At the risk of some PREFACE 1x duplication, I have included my narrative of it, not only because most of my hunting was directed toward the finding of sheep and consequently differed from his, but also to make my record of the wilderness country more complete. Selous has also described his later trip to the South Fork of the MacMillan, where he found the woodland caribou, Rangifer osborni, abundant. Dur- ing my wanderings, I met with these animals but once, and then my observation was limited to a cow and her calf. None of the annals of “breaking the wilderness” have been enriched by more romance than that of the advance of mining interests in Yukon Territory and Alaska. ‘This has been told in several good books, which also include descriptions of the Lewes and Yukon Rivers. ‘There- fore all allusions to the well-known routes of travel and the settled parts of the Territory have been excluded from my narrative. But I have included a short trip up the Katzehin River, near Skagway—the gateway to Yukon Territory. For those interested in natural history studies, chapter XX, which includes a discussion of the variations of the sheep, and also short remarks on some other an- imals, has been added to the narrative. A general map of Yukon Territory, including my hunt- ing camps, is inserted at the beginning of chapter XX. Appendices are added, giving: (A) a list of books and other publications relating to Sport, Natural History, Exploration, and the Topography of the Territory; (B) a list of the animals and fishes mentioned in the present volume, with their scientific names; (C) reproductions of the original descriptions of the northern species of sheep (descriptions written when knowledge of the sheep was very limited); (D) measurements of some of the sheep killed; and (E) a record of the time of travelling by canoe down the Pelly River. x PREFACE I have never received anything but the heartiest good- will and the most kindly consideration from all people whom I met in Yukon Territory. Without exception, will- ing assistance was always offered, and given when needed, and I take this opportunity of expressing my thanks. It would be difficult to adequately express my in- debtedness to my friend, A. B. Newell, who at that time was Vice-President of the White Pass Railroad, and man- aged the river steamers between Whitehorse and Daw- son. Not only did he place at my disposal all the facili- ties of that vast transportation system, but he did what was still more valuable for the accomplishment of my plans —he gave his personal interest. W. H. Osgood and Carl Rungius have both placed all their photographs at my disposal, and I must especially mention the interest of Mr. Rungius in making some illustrations for this book. No other artist has had the experiences that would make it possible for him to record so accurately the animal life of the Yukon region. Mr. H. Q. French has kindly permitted me to use two of his photographs. E. W. Nelson and Arthur Colton have both read over that part of the narrative which relates to Coal Creek, and I have received much valuable criticism from them. With extraordinary patience, Dr. C. Hart Merriam has sacrificed his time and read the whole manuscript. I have accepted his numerous suggestions as to its form, and also his still more numerous corrections of the text. My obligation is so great, that I wish to lay special em- phasis on his interest and assistance, and in thanking him, to express my feeling of appreciation. Nobody except myself, however, is responsible for any of the conclusions in the text. PREFACE x1 The pleasantest part of preparing the narrative has been the co-operation of my wife. A legitimate number of the animals killed were re- served for trophies; the others were collected especially for the U. S. Biological Survey, and are now in the new National Museum at Washington. The Biological Survey, a bureau of our National De- partment of Agriculture, is an institution too little known, and since it co-operated with me in all my work in the north, thus adding pleasure not anticipated, I would gladly bring its magnificent work to the attention of a wider public than that of the specialists and others directly interested. It was organized in 1885 for the pur- pose of studying the food habits of our native birds and mammals in their relations to agriculture, by Dr. C. Hart Merriam, who possesses one of the keenest scientific minds which the country has produced. Dr. Merriam saw that the continent of North America, stretching from the tropics to the Polar Sea, comprising vast areas of tropical, temperate, and arctic lands, and supporting a number of widely different fauna and flora, afforded an unrivalled field for the study of the interrelations of species, and the correlation of the distribution of animal and plant life. He was the first to appreciate and demon- strate the intimate relation between the agricultural pos- sibilities of a region and the distribution of its native forms of life. In order to learn the facts of distribution it was neces- sary to collect and determine the species inhabiting all parts of the continent. For this purpose trained natural- ists were sent into the field to discover the boundary lines of the various fauna, and to bring back collections for critical study. During the past twenty years, nearly one hundred thousand specimens of mammals, besides many Xl PREFACE thousand birds, reptiles, and plants have been systemat- ically collected in various parts of North America from the arctic regions to the tropics, and from the eastern to the western borders of the continent. From the data thus secured and from other sources, the areas occupied by a considerable number of species have been mapped. The study of this accumulated information has resulted in definitely outlining the life zones into which North America is divided, and in demonstrating that each life zone, except the most northern, represents a crop zone or climatic belt, to which certain crops are best adapted. This close relation of the life zones to agriculture is shown in maps and bulletins published by the Biological Survey. Throughout its existence the Survey has made ex- haustive studies of the food habits of the species of birds and mammals for the purpose of determining their re- lations to agriculture, and has conducted experiments for the purpose of devising methods of protection for the beneficial, and methods of destruction for the injurious species. ‘The benefits to our agricultural and grazing in- terests have already been great, and as our lands become more densely populated the economic results will prove of still greater value. To accomplish these ends Dr. Merriam has gathered about him a corps of trained field naturalists, more efficient for the purpose than any similar body of men in the world. As a nation we should be proud that the men engaged in this work have been broad enough not to neglect the profound scientific problems involved in it—problems touching the origin and dispersal of species. Darwin was perplexed by what seemed a grave objection to his theory, the apparent absence of transitional forms be- tween species. ‘The collections made by the Biological PREFACE Xill Survey, both of mammals and birds, are extremely rich in these intermediate or intergrading forms—forms con- necting many of the well marked types which were formerly considered distinct species; and one day, when the time can be spared from more strictly official work,* the subject will be enriched by studies based upon this material—studies likely to form one of the most valuable contributions of this generation to our knowledge of evo- lution—and we shall look back on the work of the Bi- ological Survey as one of the most valuable achievements, both practical and scientific, that ever had its origin in a governmental department. In the way of field equipment, I had an open canvas shelter, instead of a tent, with side wings so constructed that, when pegged to the ground, they inclined outward at an angle from the perpendicular, leaving extra space for storing provisions. A detachable strip of canvas, a foot wide, could be tied in front and sloped outward over inclined poles. This prevented the rain from blowing in. No one who loves camp life can prefer a tent to a shelter, exceptin winter. ‘The log fire which is always made before the shelter, reflects warmth directly inside, so that one can sit at ease and in enjoyment in all but the coldest weather. A shelter is also more convenient to erect than antent: For sleeping, I had a coon-skin robe, eight feet square. It weighed fourteen pounds. It keeps me warm enough even in winter weather. A lynx-skin robe is better and warmer, but more expensive. A caribou- or reindeer-skin robe is the best of all. Equally warm, it is very much lighter than either of the others. The wolf-skin robe is * Since the above was written Dr. Merriam has retired from his official posi- tion for the purpose of devoting his time exclusively to scientific studies. A large part of the results will appear in a comprehensive work on North Amer- ican mammals. XIV PREFACE more commonly used by trappers and prospectors, but is heavier. Until the month of November I always wore summer underclothing. A gray flannel shirt, and one pair of gab- ardine trousers last me for two seasons. Heavy wool- len socks and moccasins (leather, or preferably moose- hide when to be had in sufficient quantity) provide the footgear necessary for summer. ‘The rubber shoe with leather uppers, soled and hobnailed, if possible, is best for early fall. I never wore a coat, but instead carried a parkay or seamless cloak, made of the skins of ground- squirrels. I wore this only on the tops of mountains, or when the cold required it. A pair of Zeiss prism field- glasses, eight or ten power, an Eastman kodak for films, 31-4 X 41-4, were always carried on my belt. Any kind of felt hat answered, but usually I hunted without any hat at all. One of the most important things was my Alpine riicksack, which had been made in Germany. Instead of a coat, I always carried this on my shoulders. In it were the parkay and any extra things needed. Sixty pounds of meat could be packed into it, or a whole bear skin, or the head and skin of a ram. One small canvas bag would hold all my equipment for a season, except the small mouse traps, and the steel traps. A common pocket knife of good steel, for skinning, a com- pass, a barometer and a steel tape were always in my pockets. Usually I bought the provisions commonly used by all prospectors and trappers of the country—flour, rice, — sugar, dried fruit, butter in cans, tea, bacon and salt; and a few other things when transportation could be provided. Skins were cured with salt when I could bring it. I always had a .22 rifle to use for shooting grouse and small animals, but for large game my Mannlicher, .256 calibre, is the only rifle I have ever used in the North. CHAPTER E Il. CONTENTS PAGE Tue Trip To THE OciLviE RockiEs—Igo4 . 3 ON /THE SHEEP RANGES—-10904.. 0 00) e) ag) a 2 NEARCHING! FOR RAMS—=1904 0 80 ah a) Mie PUNAL STALK 1004 is 5 yaa eas 9 Tue Trip To THE Forks oF THE MacMILLan IRE ROOM a tenis latithou! a) Gonlvod Mae hannah 83 Up THE NortH Fork To THE SELWYN RockIEs SeUOOM re teanytee \c ayy Se ca Ra hurl ei hte) a 1 Om DEARCHING FOR SHEEP—-1Q04).. =...) «+ E12 WOOKING FOR RAMS—1004. 0°. 0... 4). M25 Down THE NortH Fork. Prateau Mowun- AMIN EO Ody Waren Watney Goh iaty elds da) 0 ah TO Tue Watson River CountRY—1904 . . . 155 Tue KatzeHin River In ALASKA—I905 . . 171 (hae: RELLY RIVER LOO) Wok kg 30 ere ine Perry Mountains=-190§) 2") 2). 4.) Tog AUN TING RAMS ——1005- 0 fon) hs) ee OO Tue Finat Hunt ror Rams—igo5. . . . 229 Tue Trip up Ross RiveER—19g05. . . . . 251 Tue SHEEP oF Mount SHELDON—1905 . . 266 xV XVI CHAPTER XVIII. XIX. XX. CONTENTS THE Rose MOUNTAINS=—1905 2 (21) 3). 7 Tue GLentyon Mountains—1905 REMARKS ON SOME OF THE ANIMALS OF YUKON TERRITORY . . Appenp1x A.—List or Books RELATING TO Sport, Naturat History, AND EXPLORATION OF THE YUKON TERRITORY . AprpENDIX B.—ScIENTIFIC NAMES OF ANIMALS MENTIONED IN THE NarRRA- TIVE) APPENDIX C.—ORIGINAL DESCRIPTIONS OF NorTHERN SHEEP . APPENDIX D.—Horn MEASUREMENTS APPENDIX E.—TIME SPENT IN PADDLING Down PELLy RIVER . INDEX SGA. atta ele a eo ee eae PAGE 276 286 =) 331 335 336 340 344 345 ILLUSTRATIONS Vignette on cover from a drawing by Carl Rungius of the head of big ram killed by the author August 2, 1904. ixamsi (colored! plate) M000 ci) Fate eve dee, de | Wnontis piece FACING PAGE North-West Mounted Police on Yukon River below mouth of Coal Creek, July 8 Fording Coal Creek “Across from camp the mountains were particularly rough,” July 15 “The mountains . . . extended high above timberline,” July 14 Looking up Coal Creek, July 15 . Peak of Ogilvie Rockies, July 15 . “We travelled on bars, fording back and forth,” ae 12 “I saw the bear slowly walking ae the a surface of the basin”’ (colored plate) : Sue ‘ “Mountains with fantastic Pie and rock-turreted slopes surrounded us”’ “Perhaps the highest of those in the Divide ranges”’ “She fell, kicked once or twice, and was dead,” July 16 . Our camp in the heart of the hunting country in the Ogilvie Rockies, July 17 . Sree Se aD ad bec thos Cie Our horses standing in the smoke to keep off mosquitoes Bull caribou on mountain in Ogilvie Rockies . lake dropped, rolled a few ce and was Seer in the broken rock,” July 19 . Caribou, killed July 19 “We loaded the ram on Mike,” July 23 xvii 8 Zz XViil ILLUSTRATIONS FACING PAGE 1. Point where ram was killed, July 19. 2. Point where ram was killed, July 23 . 3. Point where bear was killed, July 16. Carl Rungius sketching the ram “They were on the west face of a high rugged mountain,’ August 2. Osgood and Rungius . “He dropped in his tracks,” August 2 “Selecting the grayest, I shot him Bi cee the middle of the body,” August 2 : ae “T quickly selected the one with the largest horns and offhand shot him through the heart,” August 2 “A fine old veteran of the crags and peaks,” August 2 Breaking the hunting camp . Travelling down Coal Creek “Stood motionless on the crest, gazing at the country below”’ MacMillan Mountains from the MacMillan River . “The peaks and ridges of ae Mountain were visible in the distance ” “Beaver cutting”? on bank of MacMillan River . Beaver house in eddy of MacMillan River . Selous and the calf moose, September 2 Large beaver house in a beaver lake of MacMillan River, September 3 Selous towing the canoe, September 6 Selous’s bull, shot September 8. “We endured it sitting under the shelter,” September 14 . The summits of the Selwyn Rockies, September 16 . Selwyn Rockies, September 18 . 52 52 52 62° 72 72 76 76 76 76 78 78 83 go go 92 92 98 104 104. 108 108 IIo IIO ILLUSTRATIONS FACING “The cow appeared to resent my nearer approach,” Septem- ber Tits Span st, Aenean FER First ram killed, staesalick HQ) Second ram killed, September 19 . Ewe killed, September 19 “1 took several photographs,” September 19 . Jack Barr and his dogs Carl Rungius and his big moose Plateau Mountain in August MacMillan River and Dromedary Mountain » photographed f from the slope of Kalzas Mountain ie Running through the ice in MacMillan River Looking toward the Meade Glacier, June 17 . Mrs. Hosfall taking in the salmon net Nahanni House, July 22 . Indian camp on bank of Pelly, July 20 . The Hosfall family, 1909 Looking up the Lapie River, July 25 Brae ARTI a “The glories of the Pellys were spread out before me,” July 27 “In front of them were piled precipice upon precipice ” (colored plate) . “He stopped long enough to receive a bullet in his heart,” July 29 “‘He remained doubled up and almost suspended,” July 29 . “The ram simply stiffened out without rising and died,” July 29 “Niche in the side of a splintered wall,” July 29 Camp in the Pellys, Tom Jefferies, July 28 “Standing in the smoke of the fire to rid himself of flies.” Jefferies under the shelter, August 1 “After five jumps fell dead,” August 2 . X1X PAGE 116 128 128 128 1g2 142 142 150 150 150 I7I- 182 190 190 190 200° 200 206 214 214 216 216 218 218 226 ' xx ILLUSTRATIONS FACING PAGE “T suddenly stepped forward... and acne the bulb,” ISUSUSE Rien ie rious : : ee >) aoe “The big dark one was leading He fell dead to es shot.” Aupust Ory.) : : . : : = 2423 “‘He was the whitest of all and I killed him in his tracks,” PUTT at A aa eRe Pa NY EEA RMS RIN GN eR Ie ey) “Finding him among the willows, almost at the foot,” August 7 244 Ewes seeking shelter from approaching storm (colored plate) . . 251 Towing up the Ross River, August 23... 0.0. =... “a eeoem Head of Provost Cafon. Big rock at right where accident hap- PEMEM re Ata keiccee) Et deed Ream hell Mole Niae dev lee, (yet! ts SO Lewis Lake. Dhirection—south-west, August 29. . . . . . 264° Field Lake, Mount Sheldon, August 29. . . . .. . . . 264 “Sheldon Lake at the foot of Mount Sheldon which towers up fromiats shore,” August a1 °° 2.1, 13 2 ee “Time had fashioned the precipice walls in thousands of fan- tasticishapes, ‘september 4.5. 7.4) 3 es eee a ee “A vast ampitheatre of perpendicular walls falling more than 3,000 feet to a lake of sapphire blue,” September 4 . . . 272 Camp at foot of Mount Riddell, September6. . . . . «2/272 Indian cache near a bar of the Ross River, September 8. . . 274 Whe Rose-Mountains,, July 20%...) ey 3 cates cs os) eel Mr. Rose and his cabin, September 12 - =.= -45) pauge, neo ‘Dropped almost at:my feet,” September 17,25 3 2 2) <0. eow Jefferiesicabin, september 10 ie; pe re ee - 284 Looking down on “Detour” of ne aig MacMillan in distance, September 23. . . 286 Glenlyons toward south-west—Tay River mountains in distance, Depremben 2 sien 1. eeu near 3 . MEY eine) 12316 Highest peaks of Glenlyons opposite Tay R River, Se eae 23. 290 Glenlyons looking south from same point, September 23 . . . 290 ILLUSTRATIONS XX1 FACING PAGE ie amaprin, Glenlyonsiseptember 29, fc eis oe 202 Ready to load the canoe. Glenlyons across river, October 2 . 292 Indian grave on bank of Pelly, 25 miles above mouth of Mac- Willan, October:37 7 2. : wae ty grey Maven DOR Trappers’ line cabin on MacMillan Mountain, October 5 . . 204 Moose trail on top of the MacMillan Mountains, October 5 . 294 Junction of MacMillan and Pelly Rivers as seen from top of MacMillan: Mountain; October '§*) 0°.) 88 2096 MacMillan, Mountams) October 5). i. of owe Wie) 3) al.) 206 Plate illustrating distribution of sheep in areas indicated on map 299 MAPS FACING PAGE Map of Coal Creek, showing author’s hunting camp in the @aiivie, Wockiesitis a) keke nian AUN Ae he hil oA Ue nical ih Map of MacMillan River, showing author’s hunting camps. . 84 Map of Ross River, showing author’s hunting eats ere that in Pelly Meme hte eee Ske ; 178 Map of Yukon Territory, adjacent portions of Alaska, British Columbia, and North-west Territories, showing distribution of sheep according, to therr colors; i070) 4) leis |). /5) 2060 at ae Avis SS eae Cinta a a7 i . Ke A. e nee ait 7. ty f , A ri tr ¥2 1, if, ‘ ) | . i i oy i my, <7 wv gtr Tita > ; u | I et “ai = yi, ie } 1 ar j | “il . ; ms - Tea 7) ty a ‘ a 3 y } ‘ , ue ; / 5 4) a 7 f . i) i u ‘ sal (i i ‘. , i; , Lier s) f oa i { : 1 7 i i ’ ‘ v | kd ve ADO Ty 5 an } ‘i Lae > Oy; na : ! ye rf i ay i ee Oo ; W ih re oe : re fun 1A mt oa) THE OGILVIE ROCKTES To sit on rocks, to muse o’er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest’s shady scene, Where things that own not man’s dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne’er or rarely been; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o’er steeps and foaming falls to lean; This is not solitude; ’tis but to hold Converse with Nature’s charms, and view her stores unroll’d. —ByRon. CHAPTER THE TRIP TO THE OGILVIE ROCKIES—1904 THE mountain sheep of America are among the noblest of our wild animals. Their pursuit leads the hunter into the most remote and inaccessible parts of the wilderness and calls into play his greatest skill and highest qualities of endurance. My first experience with sheep was in northern Mexico, where they dwell among the isolated groups of rugged mountains that rise abruptly from the great waterless des- erts—deserts beautiful in their wealth of color, weird in the depth of their solitude, impressive in their grim desolation. It was there that I became fascinated by the exhilaration of the sport of hunting the wild sheep, and dominated by the desire of following them in other lands. I was familiar with what had been written about the white sheep, Ovis dalli, of Alaska, and the darkest of the American sheep, Ours stonei, of the Stikine water-shed in northern British Columbia; and when in 1901 still an- other form of sheep, Ovis fannini, was described from the ranges of the Canadian Rockies in Yukon Territory—an animal with a pure white head and gray back—I decided to explore for it if the chance ever offered. Indeed, so little was known about the variation, habits, and distribu- = re) 4) THE: WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON tion of the wild sheep of the far northern wilderness, that my imagination was impressed by the possibilities of the results of studying them in their native land. There was, besides, the chance of penetrating new regions, of adding the exhilaration of exploration to that of hunting, and of bringing back information of value to zoologists and geographers, and of interest to sportsmen and lovers of natural history. The opportunity came in the summer of 1904. A party was organized composed of the artist, Carl Rungius, who has so faithfully painted our large game animals in their true environment; Wilfred H. Osgood, of the Biological Survey, a trained naturalist of reputation, and myself. Late in June we sailed from Seattle and proceeded over the well-known route to Dawson, purchasing provisions for the trip in Skagway, and going over the White Pass and Yukon Railway to Whitehorse, where we took one of the large river steamers to Dawson. Learning that the game in those parts of the Ogilvie Rockies east of Dawson, at the head of the Klondike River, had been disturbed by winter hunting to supply meat to the Dawson market, we decided to go to the head of Coal Creek, which has its source in the heart of an unknown part of the Ogilvies, and enters the Yukon about sixty miles below Dawson. We purchased six horses together with packing equip- ment, and secured the services of two men, Charles Gage and Ed Spahr, to accompany us as packers. After sev- eral days of tedious delay, it was finally announced that the small steamer Prospector would start down river at 5 p.M., July 7. In due time, therefore, we loaded our ‘SHINOOY AIATIOO AHL NI dNVO ONILNOH 8,AOHLAV ONIMOHS ‘HAaXD IVOD AO dVIN - os © WSs a UU eN, illite erm i SMF sw iy, un 190 TW en ‘ Wi a3 + i taal = a ae ny : a zi , ah a sreatters t arts ot the © % Ntyties ~ baaaai eS ee, FSS ER Tondice : ai 8 La ; at ; a a oa | x é : re 133 mt a4 e ; hi me x) fe re es | * t ert co ie ae a a THE TRIP TO THE OGILVIE ROCKIES 5 horses and outfit on the boat, put on our hunting clothes, and went aboard just before the Prospector pulled out from the wharf on schedule time. We soon passed through pict- uresque parts of the river where it narrows and runs be- tween high cliffs, and farther down between high rolling ridges on each side, until at 8.30 p. M. we reached Forty Mile. Going ashore, we tried to get information from some of the residents as to the abundance of game and the possibility of travelling up Coal Creek. It was freely given, but conflicting. After a short stop at Forty Mile we left with a vague idea that it would be best to follow up the main branch of the creek and push on till we found the sheep country. We soon reached the mouth of Coal Creek, six miles below, tied up to the bank, unloaded our horses and outfit, and erected our tents on a high bank close to the water. One of the North-west Mounted Police was located there, living in a tent, doing his own cooking, and remaining practically inactive until the fall, when the river is closed to navigation. He was there to police the coal mines and keep a check on all people passing down the river who had not reported at Forty Mile. Though this practice stopped soon after, during the first years of the rush into the coun- try, the North-west Mounted Police, distributed at inter- vals along the Yukon River, took the names and destina- tions of all people passing in boats, summoning them to the shore if necessary, and kept a fairly good record of all who were travelling in the country. Coal had been discovered a few years before, twelve miles up the South Branch of Coal Creek; and two years 6° ‘THE WILDERNESS OF ‘THE UPPER YUKON previous to our arrival, a mine was opened, coal chutes and boarding-houses for men were erected at the mouth of the creek, and a narrow-gauge railroad was loosely constructed up to the mine. During the summer a small steamer kept hauling barges of coal to Dawson to accumulate it there for the winter supply of fuel. At this point the Yukon River bends in a sharp curve and is surrounded on all sides by fairly high mountains, which may be the cause of the constant rain at that exact spot, even when the sky is clear a few miles above and below. Not more than a mile below, a spur of the main interior range rising about three hundred feet above timber-line, extends nearly down to the river, and sheep are said sometimes to wander there in win- ter. I heard that there was a well-defined sheep trail on the top. Game is very scarce everywhere along the Yukon, but occasionally a black bear is seen, and in that particular vicinity I learned that one had shortly before appeared on the opposite side of the river; also that two had been killed a few miles up the railroad. Moose at times are seen along the river, and just below Coal Creek is a cafion, extending down between ridges from the mountain spur, where a few days previous the Ind- ians from Forty Mile had killed a cow moose. By in- vitation I slept in the tent of Mr. Jones, the policeman; but before retiring we had tried to get some information about the interior country from various men employed on the railroad and at the mines, only learning, however, of one point where we should leave the railroad to reach the main branch of Coal Creek. mie Tit TOs THE ‘OGILVIE ROCKIES 7 fuly 8.—As we were cooking breakfast early the next morning, it commenced to rain and, much to our disgust, continued all day. We could not start with horses that were “‘green”’ and too tender to endure the pack with wet backs and, besides, the trail began ina swamp. Hence the day was passed testing our rifles and wandering about with shot-gun and fishing-rods. A few graylings were taken, and this first tramping gave us an impression of the dif- ficulty of taking pack-horses through the thick woods. Osgood had a large supply of traps for small mammals, and it was his object to collect as many of the mammals, birds, and plants as possible. Many people visited us in camp that evening, but none could give the coveted in- formation which might assist us to find a good route into the country we wished to reach. July g.—In the morning we were up at five and, after breakfasting, packed the horses and made a start, follow- ing an old road through a swamp, very muddy and soft, to the railroad tracks half a mile above. ‘The horses, unused to packing, were very excitable and did not go well. They were all large and had been used in the winter stage-service between Dawson and Whitehorse until each had become unsound and disqualified; yet they were still serviceable for pack-horses—at least, they were the best we could get. Carzbou, an old white horse once used for packing over the White Pass trail, proved to be sagacious, very sure on his feet, the best “‘rustler” of all, and very quickly became the leader when they were turned loose. Old Mike, a bay, was steady and gentle, fairly sure-footed, but rather slow. Danger, a large bay, 8 “THE WILDERNESS (OF THE UPPER) YUKON had never carried a pack. He was sure-footed, willing, but had an annoying habit of constantly picking feed when being led, and the conformation of his back was not adjustable to the aparejo, which kept it sore all the time. Nzigger, a black, had never carried a pack, was clumsy on his feet, and had a tendency to jump at critical places. Shorty, a dark bay, was the best pack-horse of all. He followed well without leading, and though constantly lying down at every pause, would get up without shifting his pack. He was the pet, and always kept nosing about for sugar and bits of bread. Schoolmarm, a dark bay mare, not accustomed to the pack, carried a Mexican saddle on which were packed trifles and lighter material. Each of us travelled on foot leading a horse, while Shorty was driven ahead of the man in the rear. None of the horses had worked for a long time, and the first day was very trying for them. All kept lying down at every op- portunity, thus showing great distress under their packs; it was difficult to lead them, and leading was necessary in that country. Soon after emerging from the swamp and coming out on the railroad tracks, we reached Coal Creek and first learned the difficulty and danger of fording. ‘The stream was swift and deep, and Rungius, falling in the ford, was nearly carried down. Again we passed through a swamp for two and a half miles, and, coming out on the track, proceeded up the railroad and arrived at some log cabins, called Robinson’s Camp, twelve miles from the mouth, about noon. While we lunched, a prospector who was loitering about, volunteered to show us the way to the main ‘ yb ee yD Photograph by Carl Rungius. NortH-WeEst MouNTED POLICE ON YUKON RIVER BELOW MOUTH OF COAL CREEK, JULY 8. Photograph by W. H. Osgood, By permission of the U.S. Piological Survey. FORDING COAL CREEK. aii) TRIP LO THE OGILVIE: ROCKIES 9 branch of the creek, and in the afternoon we again started, reached the creek, forded it, and found a blazed trail on the opposite side which we followed all day as best we could, now and then losing it and going on independently. The woods were dense and most of the ground was covered with soft, dry sphagnum moss through which the horses would sink six inches or more at each step, and which made the travelling tiresome for ourselves. We encoun- tered this soft mossy ground at intervals most of the way. It is common on the sides and even the tops of the moun- tains until well into the divide ranges. Small spruces always grow in it, and, in places, huckleberries. Fording the creek back and forth, often chopping small trees and thick brush, we kept on until evening, when we found a little grass for the horses and camped by the side of the creek. It was daylight all night, except for three hours about midnight, as the sun went below the horizon, and then, for a short time, there was a fine twilight. Thus far along the creek were balsam, poplar, white spruce, willow, and alder trees; flowers of various kinds and vetches were abundant. The creek was from sixty to a hundred feet wide; its banks were in some places rough and steep, and in others bordered by long, rocky bars. The mountains, covered with spruces, rose from the level country below, about a mile back from the river on the north side, and nearer toiton the south. ‘The river was swift and deep; the temperature of the water about forty degrees Fahrenheit. During the day we noticed a few very old moose tracks and bird life was scarce. We only saw a pair of solitary sandpipers, a few spotted sandpipers, 10 THE WILDERNESS OF HE UPPER YURON some Alaska jays, and a rough-legged hawk. After we had pitched the tents and had some tea, I took my rifle and went up the creek, but returned after two hours, having seen no signs of active animal life except a few birds. fuly 10.—We packed and started late the next morning, still endeavoring to follow the blazed trail, which we had been told would lead to an abandoned logging camp, six- teen miles up the river. Here and there we could pick it up and follow it for a short distance, but most of the time we travelled independently, following the bars of the river, fording it many times, while the woods on both sides were so thick that Gage was constantly obliged to go ahead and cut a trail so that the horses could get through with their packs. Rungius and myself wore leather moccasins, the worst possible footgear in which to ford these northern rivers, where the current runs from six to ten miles an hour over an extremely rocky bottom on which the smooth moccasins slip almost as if on ice. In many places it would have been dangerous to fall, since a foothold could not be regained and one might become entangled in the driftwood or hurled against rocks while being carried down the continuous rapids. The others wore hobnail shoes, the only thing in which to travel along rocky rivers which have to be forded. Time after time we saved ourselves from falling by holding onto the horses, for they had no difficulty in keeping a solid footing. Most of the day was perfect, though a light thunder shower fell in the evening. Soon after starting we saw the old track of a black bear; later we killed a porcupine and two Alaska Spruce grouse. We ate the porcupine fe TRIP TO THE OGILVIE, ROGRIES II flesh that night and found it excellent, though rather too rich. The character of the country continued the same, and a few birches began to appear where we lunched. We were somewhat worried because of the scant grass for the horses which, however, had become more accustomed to their packs and were going much better. A small black gnat now appeared, and greatly worried them, attacking their chests, bellies and legs, and causing the blood to run freely. Temporary relief was afforded by rubbing them well with wagon grease, brought for this purpose. One horse had cast a shoe and after replacing it we kept on through mossy, swampy muskeg that lay on both sides of the creek, until camp was made near some low but very rough mountains which came close to the creek. The creek continued to be of about the same width, and as we approached the mountains its abrupt descent made the fording more difficult. We slept at eleven, and did not start until 11.30 in the morning. fuly 11.—Getting breakfast, gathering in the horses (which, owing to the scanty grass, had to range some distance for feed), and packing always required two or three hours or more. Having completely lost all signs of the blazes that marked the route, we worked our way up the creek for a mile to a point where rocky bluffs shut in so close that we were obliged to climb around them and proceed along a steep mountain side. While wading the horses around a point in the stream, where it dashed in rapid descent through a rather wide canon, Danger, the horse in the lead, went around safely, but Nigger lost his footing and fell in the water, so that we were com- 2 THE WILDERNESS, OF THE UPPER YUKON pelled, after getting him out and fixing his pack, to go on with these two along the bank, not caring to risk return- ing around the point. The other horses were not per- mitted to attempt it and were taken up the slope on a good game trail. It was necessary soon to take Danger and Nigger up a very steep ridge where Nigger lost his footing and rolled down about fifty feet. The pack was uninjured, but we had to remove it and use Danger to take it up the incline. Then, when trying to lead Nigger up, he again lost courage and, rearing, fell backward and rolled down some distance, but received no injury other than a bad cut on a hind leg, which later did not seem to trouble him. All this made considerable delay, but finally we again got under way and soon found a good game trail on the slope along which, with some chopping, we passed and descended into a swamp where we picked up the blazed trail. This swamp continued some miles and was extremely difficult to travel through. Fortu- nately, it had not rained sufficiently to make it impassable and we were able to get through, though not without much exasperating delay, owing to the bogging of the horses and the consequent repacking or constant read- justment of the packs. Late in the afternoon we emerged at a point where Coal Creek forks; the main branch coming from the north, the other of almost equal volume from the west. A few hundred large spruce trees near here had been cut the preceding winter, and most of the logs had been driven down in the spring to a movable saw-mill, where they were sawed into lumber to be used in the coal mines PHP DRI TO Pik OGILVIE ROCKIES 13 and docks. At the Forks we saw two king salmon, which were just beginning to run up the creek. Soon two men appeared, who had come more directly across the country from Robinson’s Camp the same day, to count the remaining logs piled on the bank near the river. They could give us no information about the country farther up, except to say that five miles ahead there was a cafion which would block the progress of pack-horses, and beyond it the mountains were too rough for our method of travel. Here, at last, we found an abundant supply of good grass for the horses, and from there on it was plentiful and of good quality. Mosquitoes were beginning to be bothersome, though not yet a pest. The country was wilder; the mountains, which rose in ridges and formed spurs of the main range, were nearer the creek and were covered with spruces and poplars. After taking a bite to eat, I started with my rod to try for graylings in front of the cabins, and quickly landed seven of fair size from one pool. Graylings were abun- dant in all the large pools clear up to the head of the river. I even saw several a half mile below the melting snow, mear the extreme source of the creek. Those caught usually averaged from eight ounces to a pound ‘in weight. They are quite shy and generally lie at the foot of the more rapid water of the pools or in the eddies —always where the surface is smooth. They quickly start to take the fly, but with no snap, just rising to the surface to grasp it in a sluggish manner, and once hooked they have no more play than a chub. I have never found them a game fish or worth catching except for food, and 144 THE WILDERNESS: OF THE UPPER YUKOM then only when other meat is lacking. As a fish for the frying pan they are most inferior, for when cooked they are soft and have not much flavor. It is said that later in the fall they become harder, and perhaps that is so, but on the whole I am convinced that they could never satisfy the taste of one accustomed to trout, bass, or even perch. Still, they do afford a relief from bacon and beans, and when travelling in the north I have always been glad to get them. After catching a mess of grayling, I took my rifle and made a wide circle around a ridge behind the cabins, seeing abundant old moose tracks, two or three olive-backed thrushes, and a few juncos and red squirrels. Returning to camp about 10.30 at night I took the rod again and quickly captured three more graylings from the same pool, even after Rungius had just caught some before me. At 11.30 I rolled under my blanket, beginning to realize that the continual day- light caused irregular hours. It did not, however, inter- fere with sound sleep. Fuly 12.—Starting up the creek we found it was becoming narrower and swifter, descending more rapidly. We travelled on bars, fording back and forth, often cut- ting trails through the woods until we reached the en- trance to the cafon five miles up. We had passed be- yond the signs of man, except now and then the evidence of a trapper or an Indian. Near the canon the moun- tains were higher, some rising above timber-line, where the sides and tops were smooth and mossy, and in some places covered with snow. As we loitered for a few moments on a bar in the creek, I scanned the side of the CHE TRIP: TO THE OGILVIE (ROCKIES 15 mountain ahead through my field-glasses and saw a grizzly bear passing along the slope high above timber- line. That was my first sight of game in the northern wilderness. ‘The attention of the others was called to it and we watched it for fifteen minutes as it travelled steadily until lost to sight in a cafon. We made camp at the foot of the cafion, and after supper Rungius, Spahr, and Gage went to locate a route around the cafon and, if necessary, to cut out and prepare a trail. I waded the river, passed through the woods to the mountain where I had seen the bear, and ascended to the point where it had disappeared. Moose and old caribou tracks were abundant; the ground, covered with lichens (commonly called caribou-moss), was very soft in places, and high up in the poplars was a grouse. Mounting this slope I realized for the first time the seriousness of the mosquito pest of the far North. They swarmed and buzzed and completely covered my clothes so that large spaces of my coat and trousers quickly became black with them. I covered my neck with a handkerchief and smeared my’face and hands with gun grease, but this afforded no relief. I saw no sign of the bear and, unable to find its trail on the hard ground, I came at last to the peak of the mountain. From there the main ranges in the distance were revealed, all snow-capped and striped with irregu- lar bands of snow, extending east and west as far as the eye could see, thrilling me with eager anticipation to be among them. I descended, fighting the mosquitoes, which followed me nearly to the river, and reached camp 6, THE ‘WILDERNESS ‘OF THE UPPER) YUKON at 10 Pp. M. The others had returned and reported that by lightening the packs and making a double trip we could pass on the slopes above the cafion which was not two miles long. Just after going under my blanket, short, thrush-like notes pealed out in the sleeping woods, sweet and very beautiful. They came from the varied thrush—the first and last time I heard it—but the music lingered with me all through the summer. ‘fuly 13.—We went to sleep with the elated feeling that we were on the edge of the game country. The next morning we found that the horses had crossed the river, and some time was required to find and bring them back. Each night two were hobbled and bells were attached to two others. They seldom wandered far from camp. They were now more hardened to the work and very gentle, easy to catch, and, on the whole, a fairly satisfactory lot for this kind of trip. We put half-packs on the horses and led them around the steep slopes above the canon without difficulties worth mentioning, and finally descended abruptly to its head, where we made camp. After eating, Spahr and Gage returned with the horses to bring up the remainder of the outfit; Run- gius set out to climb a mountain; Osgood stayed in camp to prepare specimens of small mammals that he had taken in his traps; and I started up river to look over the country ahead and find the best route for the next day. Old moose tracks were now abundant on the bars, and those of the black bear were common. The travel- ling had improved, and from the head of the cafion to the oy TVRIP TO voir: OGILVIE ROCKIES 17 source of the river, except for the constant fording, con- tinued excellent, so we could proceed more rapidly and with fewer delays for adjusting the packs. We were camped on a bar in a beautiful spot among willows and poplars, surrounded by high mountains, on a curve of the creek above the canon through which it rushed with a distant roar. Just before midnight came a thunder shower, followed by silence. Suddenly the olive-backed thrushes began to sing. All thrush songs awaken a deep feeling, a sense of the woods, of the wild, free life, the mysterious depths of the forest and the wild animals therein. The traveller in the wilderness feels their enchantment in proportion to the genuine quality of his love for that wild, lonely life. I fell asleep while the woods were still resounding with vibrant tones. The song was not heard again that year. Fuly 14.—We started by making a difficult and dan- gerous ford, and then travelled along the bars, following well-beaten moose trails. “These were continuous along the banks of the river on both sides, and like all animal trails took every advantage of the ground. It is usually unwise to deviate from them and try to select a better route, since one learns by experience that animals nearly always choose the best and most convenient places for travelling. None of the moose tracks on the bars were fresh, and everywhere were shed horns, showing that moose were there at the period of shedding in December and January. At the time of our visit most of them were in the lower country, nearer the Yukon River, about the lakes and flat lands, though now and then one wandered is. THE WILDERNESS, OF THE UPPER) YUKON up in the ranges to the head of a “draw.’’ Snow-shoe rabbits had been extremely abundant every day. We saw them jumping about the woods, and in the late after- noon they were skipping and feeding near the bars, where they eat the willow bark and the herbs growing everywhere among the willows. Wherever the willow and dwarf birch grew densely, their tops were trimmed over large areas as if cut off with a knife. - This is rabbit- cutting, about four feet from the ground, made when the snow is deep. We saw no lynxes, although their tracks were abundant on the bars. Bird life was very scarce at this time, and we saw but few varieties during the entire trip. Three miles above the cafion a large branch rushing from the mountains on the east joins the creek. ‘There we penetrated the main range and at last were in the Ogilvie Rockies. The mountains, peaked and jagged, piled up in cliffs and pinnacles, blotched with snow, furrowed by cafions, extended high above timber-line and we realized that we were in the sheep country. The course of the ranges on the east side of the creek is east and west; on the west side the range nearest the creek runs north and south, throwing off spurs, equally lofty, east and west. In a general easterly and westerly direc- tion there is a series of five or six parallel ranges up to the divide, on which one could travel continuously, per- haps, for hundreds of miles south along the northern crest of the Rocky Mountains. The altitude of timber-line is about four thousand feet, and that of the summits varies from five to eight thousand feet. ee ae. x 2 i, Bole OR tograph by Carl Rungius. “ACROSS FROM CAMP THE MOUNTAINS WERE PARTICULARLY ROUGH,”’ JuLy 15. Pho Photograph by Carl Rungius. “"THE MOUNTAINS . . . EXTENDED HIGH ABOVE TIMBERLINE,” JULY I4. A CoE; PRIP TO THE OGILVIE ROCKIES 19 In exceptional places, where the rock has not been exposed, lichens extend clear to the summits. Here and there on the slopes, in the basins, and under the cliffs, the grass was green. Mosquitoes swarmed on the slopes a short distance above the creek. But where the sheep were we failed to see, though again and again we paused to search the country through our field-glasses. It rained hard all day, and for the first time we were soaked. Ex- cept for short stretches here and there along the river, where the spring floods had washed out the moose trails, the travelling was good, the ground hard, the trails well beaten. The fords were easier though more frequent. We made camp at six on the bank of the creek, between tower- ing mountains on both sides. Across from camp the mountains were particularly rough, and perpendicular cliffs rose to a great height, forming peaks. After supper Rungius went out to sketch a bit of landscape, Osgood to climb a mountain, and I to look for game. I followed up the river for four miles, care- fully scanning the mountains through field-glasses, but saw no animals. Here and there along the river banks were diggings where a bear had hunted the ground-squirrels, which, as we ascended to the higher country, were now beginning to appear. Osgood had found old sheep dung on the mountain, thus demonstrating the presence of sheep at some time, but both he and Rungius were a little discouraged at seeing no recent sign. As I returned I heard a constant chirping not far above camp and, approaching, saw a hawk-owl sitting in a tree. These owls were quite common everywhere 20: THE: WILDERNESS OF fir: UPEER) YUKON along the river. It was midnight when we fell asleep, listening to the murmur and roar of the river. Thus far the thermometer had been registering between thirty and forty degrees for the lowest temperature during the night. Fuly 15.—The next day, which was beautiful and clear, the travelling was still better; old moose tracks were even more abundant, and so were mosquitoes. Dwarf birch appeared more densely on the mountain slopes, the woods continued about the same, though the spruces were smaller. It was, for the first time, a positive pleasure to lead the horses. ‘The trails were fine, hard moose trails, winding about between the mountains, and the fords were easy. We decided to stop and make camp early in the afternoon in order that each might climb a mountain to make a reconnaissance for sheep. After catching a few graylings I started to climb the ranges on the west side. Mosquitoes had become more abundant and troublesome as we travelled up the creek, but on the higher slopes they increased to a swarm. At this camp it was necessary, as a protection against them, to wear gloves and a netting falling from our hats to the shoulders. This proved perfectly satisfactory, for while wearing the netting one could look through the field- glasses and even sight well over the rifle. At times, in the sun, it was a little hot and occasionally one or two mosquitoes penetrated inside; but on the whole it neu- tralized the mosquito evil with little inconvenience, and in the wind, or cold of the early morning, when the mosquitoes were not active, it could be fastened up rl “WE TRAVELLED ON BARS, FORDING BACK AND FORTH,” JULY I2. Hit RIP TtO° pie OGILVIE, ROCKIES 21 around the brim of the hat, ready to drop instantly when needed. Following caribou and sheep trails I gradually as- cended to the top of the mountain and, not seeing fresh signs, seated myself and scanned the whole country about, but not an animal was visible. As all my hopes had been based on finding sheep on the divide ranges, I was not disappointed, and the scene was a compensation. The mountains extended in all directions, range after range, peak after peak, dome after dome. ‘There were whole mountains in red; others of white limestone, re- lieved in places by streaks of iron-stained red rock, shin- ing in the sun; there were snow cornices glistening un- der every crest and precipice; bands of snow streaking the slopes, interspersed with bright patches of green— a vast sea of ridges, basins, rock masses, and jagged crests all blending in wonderful harmony above the timbered valley of the curving stream. It was my first view from a summit of the Ogilvie Rockies. During my descent the fresh tracks of a cow and calf moose were seen at the head of a cafion, and at eleven I came into camp. The others had seen no sheep signs. CHARTER Wit ON THE SHEEP RANGES—1904 Fuly 16.—From the mountain top I had traced the course of the creek to a point about four miles above camp, where it was lost behind an obstructing ridge which projected at right angles to the main ranges. There it was close to timber-line and evidently the main divide was not far up the stream. We decided to advance four miles, make a camp, and remain for a few days to investigate the country. Though obliged to ford the creek several times, we travelled mostly on the west bank, on the way shooting some willow ptarmigan— beautiful birds even in their inconspicuous summer plumage. Red-squirrels were more abundant as we pro- ceeded, although the spruces became smaller. Three miles from camp a large branch entered the creek, flow- ing from the east between high mountain ranges. A mile beyond this, where the main stream forked into two creeks of equal volume, was a small meadow, about three hun- dred feet wide, filled with excellent grass scattered among the clumps of willow and dwarf birch. It was early in the afternoon when we arrived, and some graylings were caught while lunch was being cooked. At 3.30 we left camp, each taking a different direc- tion to look for signs of game. I followed up the west 22 Le asvq] sniguny peg Aq Sunured v woiy « NISVE HHL JO AOVAANS AdddN AHL ONOTV ONIAIVM ATMOS YVAA AHL MVS J,, 7a %s ON THE SHEEP RANGES ze fork, with the intention of reaching the divide if possi- ble. The creek, fifteen to thirty feet wide, descended so abruptly that the source could not be far off. There were very few moose tracks so far up the creek, but sev- eral ptarmigan were flushed, some with young, and red- squirrels kept chattering as they skipped about. The tinkling notes of the water-ousel often sounded from the creek, and once the exquisite harlequin duck was seen floating down among the rocks in the foaming torrent. We had seen harlequin ducks all the way along the creek, and I have since come to associate these beautiful birds with wild, dashing, northern streams. The walking was excellent and, two miles up, the stream forked again, one branch coming from a basin to the south-west, the other from the west. Just below this junction was a canon, two hundred feet long, filled with snow and ice. I walked through it and found myself at the limit of timber, mosquitoes still swarming about me. Farther up the west fork I saw the diggings and fairly fresh dung of a grizzly, and a mile and a half farther on the creek broke out from vast, bare, rolling hills on the south, fed -by numerous streams formed from the melting snow above the cafions and deep ravines. Here at last was the divide. From the summit could be seen the waters flowing into the Tatonduk River, or Sheep Creek as it is locally called, where it enters the Yukon River, below Eagle City. Coal Creek has its sources in the numerous small streams flowing together, all formed from melting snow in the surrounding mountains. The divide at this point was covered with green, rolling 24° THE WILDERNESS OF THEVUPPER) YUKON pastures, more than a mile wide and two miles long. On the south it was bordered by a high mountain chain, with a continuous jagged crest swelling up into high peaks, from which numerous spurs projected at right angles, en- closing deep and narrow basins, the bottoms of which consisted of rolling meadows of green grass. On the north was a range of mountains, more broken by peaks, crags, and canons, all sloping down to Tatonduk River waters, finally forming a long, smooth, rolling ridge. Heavy banks of snow lined every crest and peak; the cafions and ravines were filled with it and the mountain-sides appeared streaked with white. White limestone, dark, almost black, chert, and iron-stained rock, glowing red, all in sharp con- trast, characterize these northern ranges. The summit pastures sloped gently toward the west, where another creek, formed between the ridges, flowed on to the Taton- duk River. A mile down, looking through an opening in the timber, I could see the creek, filled with snow and ice, glistening under the sunlight like a bright lake, while beyond it flowed through vast meadows toward the north and again curved west at the foot of the ranges, not far distant, which separated the waters of the Peel River from those of the Yukon. Dwarf birch and willow were scattered about the smooth, green sward, whose surface was soft and broken by tiny rivulets flowing to the creek below. I seated myself and turned my field-glasses toward the south range. Suddenly within the field, two miles dis- tant, appeared four sheep feeding on the saddle below the peak of a spur connecting with the range. More care- ON THE SHEEP RANGES 25 ful scrutiny proved them to be ewes. My first sight of the northern mountain-sheep! At last we were in the sheep ranges! As we had eaten no good meat except a few grouse and ptarmigan for eight days, and our bacon was being rapidly consumed, I immediately began a stalk, walking as rapidly as possible down the west slope of the divide on soft mossy ground, in some places miry and filled with willows. Now and then I paused to watch the sheep, which kept feeding quietly in the same place. At the northern end of the spur, then opposite me, the slope breaks, forming a cliff several hundred feet high, tray- ersing the end of the mountain east and west. This cliff curves at the eastern extremity, cutting the smooth slope which, at the brink, rises steeply in a succession of benches | to the top of the spur-mountain. The spur encloses a beautiful basin of rolling meadows in an amphitheatre of mountains. I started to climb at the west edge of the cliffs, thereby keeping out of sight of the sheep. After climbing per- haps three hundred feet I looked up under the precipice, and at its base suddenly saw a grizzly bear walking on some snow toward the curving cliff, where it cuts the east slope. Quickly dropping, I almost slid to the foot, where I could conceal myself in the willows along the stream flowing from the basin. As the bear proceeded, I advanced parallel with it for about a hundred yards, until it climbed over a steep snow-bank to the top of the cliff and stood on the edge of the east slope. As it ascended this snow-bank I noticed a small cub playing about it. It was then 10 p. mM. The bear stood for a 26 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON moment on the highest bench at the edge of the cliff, about five hundred yards above me, and began to dig out a ground-squirrel. Ground-squirrels, Citellus plestus, were everywhere. All the pastures and mountain slopes were filled with their holes and one was continually in sight of them, sitting straight up on their hind legs or running for their burrows. The most characteristic sound of the higher parts of the northern wilderness is their shrill chatter when they see a supposed enemy approaching, or when they disappear in their holes. Through the glasses the bear could be seen digging, making the earth fly in all directions. At times she would sit and dig, again rise and strike the ground in apparent anger, twist around, watch for a moment, and then begin digging again. The squirrels always have several holes, connected by underground channels, and the bear kept digging out one after another, now and then making a jump to the next, evidently knowing that the squirrel was about to run out. Then she would again dig, until, finally, the squirrel was pocketed, and the bear made a great pounce and grabbed it with both forepaws. As her back was turned, the operation of devouring her prey could not be seen. While the bear was digging for the squirrel, the cub raced about, now sitting still a moment, then jumping up and running off playing, quite indiffer- ent to the mother’s task. After spending twenty minutes digging and tearing out the hard earth until she caught the squirrel, the bear stepped to the edge of the cliff, took a long look below, ON THE SHEEP RANGES 27 started quartering down the slope, and disappeared. ‘The wind was in my favor, so, after waiting five minutes, I started. The way was very steep, and because of the succession of benches it was impossible to see more than twenty or thirty feet above each one after it was reached. Holding my rifle cocked, expecting to meet the bear close as I came to the top of each bench, I climbed one after another, always very slowly to keep my breath for a steady shot, until I arrived on the last, when I saw the bear slowly walking along the upper surface of the basin close to the mountain-side, about three hundred yards off. She kept an irregular course, often pausing and looking for ground-squirrels. I followed rapidly, try- ing to gain, but always stopping when she stopped, ready to drop low if she faced in my direction. After gaining a hundred yards, I sat down, rested my elbows on my knees, and aiming at her left hind quarter as she paused, fired, and heard the bullet strike her. She jumped, turned, and stood with forelegs extended forward, appar- ently panting. The cub at once began to run about bawling. The bear dropped to a sitting posture for a moment and then rose. I fired a second shot at her foreshoulder and heard the bullet strike her. She gave a great jump and stood until a third shot was fired, when she fell, kicked once or twice, and was dead. The cub was still running about crying, and I went slowly toward it, intending if possible to capture it for the New York Zoological Park. When within fifty feet the cub saw me. It ran around, looking at me with great curiosity, sniffing again and again, approached a few 28° THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON feet, then continued to run back and forth. Finally, as I kept coming closer, it stood on its hind feet, placed its forepaws on the dead mother and began spitting at me. I stooped low and crept within six feet, ready to place a noose, made from my belt and the straps from the kodak and field-glass, over its head, when suddenly it pushed forward its nose, sniffed at me several times in terror, turned and rushed up the mountain slope. I started to pursue, but it distanced me so rapidly that the chase was soon given up. No one who reads this experience should miss the significance of the cub’s final action. It was a tiny cub, born the preceding winter, and could have received no impressions of human beings from experience. It did not fear the s1ght of man, but the scent of man immediately inspired it with terror. Fear of the odor of man was clearly an instinct. What was the origin of this instinct ? Surely, in that remote part of the country, the cub’s ancestors could not have experienced a fear of the scent of man for generations numerous enough to have the trait registered in the nervous organization and fixed, so that it was transmitted by heredity to the young! This would require frequent repetitions of the experience, through too many generations, and it is not reasonable to believe this possible. In my opinion this instinct had its origin in a period so remote in the past that we have no facts at all to explain it, and we can only affirm its exist- ence, as clearly exhibited in this case. ‘The instinct may include the fear of any strange scent as hostile. All bears with which I have had experience before or after, had ‘or xIof{ ,,{avaa [ef esvq] ’SHONVA ACIAIQ: AHL NI ASOHL AO ISHHOIH AHL SdVHUAg,, SVM CNV ‘SOIML YO AONO CaMOIM ¢ TIddi AHS,, *AIAING [BBOPOI_ *S “Q IY} Jo uorssttused Ag “poossg “HM Aq ydeisojoyg [of as'vq] (Sa Gtanaouwas SadO1IS GaLadanNL-MOOX ANV SHTIOVNNId OILSVINVA HLIIM SNIVINAOJ,, ‘ADAING [LIIBOPOIG *S “GQ ey} JO uOisstutted Ag ‘poossO “H ‘MA Aq ydeasojoyg ON THE SHEEP RANGES 29 this same instinct, and I firmly believe that it was as potent in the grizzly bears encountered by Lewis and Clark as in those inhabiting remote regions at the present time. Casual observers have not always discriminated be- tween sight and scent as they affect the action of animals. It was then 11.30, and the mists had settled about the crest and extended half-way down the slopes. For a long time while I worked in the twilight, getting off the skin, and everything was hushed and still, the wail- ing cries of the cub sounded from the mountain top— a weird, wild noise in this mysterious solitude. At such an elevation it was very cold, and being lightly clad I soon became chilled and found difficulty in handling the bear alone, so the skin was not off until nearly two in the morning. The head was left in so that Rungius could sketch it. The bear was an old grizzly, fairly large, in excellent pelage for July; its claws were very long, and there was practically no fat on it. The first bullet shattered the hind quarter, penetrated through the vitals, and came out through a large hole in its side. The other two had struck within an inch of each other, both cutting the heart. Tired and cold, I shouldered the heavy skin and struggled back to camp, reaching it at 5-30 in the morning. Rungius and Osgood, neither of whom had seen any game during the day, came out from the tent to see the skin and hear my story. The fire was started; tea, bacon, and bread refreshed me before the genial warmth. Now our hopes were brightened, and with the knowledge that we had found the game country all wasenthusiasm. I soon rolled under 30 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON my blanket, but for some time could not sleep. The experience of the night had deeply impressed me with the wild enchantment of the wilderness, the finding of the divide, the sublime mountains about it, the first sight of sheep, the unexpected meeting and killing of the bear, my experience with the cub; the charm of the location while skinning the bear high up on the green slope of the mountain in the midnight twilight; the absence of sound save the murmur of the creek below and the wailing of the cub pealing wildly through the mists above; the dim outline of the summits of the mountains to the west, their peaks tipped golden by the sun low behind them; the mystery of all that unknown country; the strange and beautiful lights and shadows playing on the mountains encircling me; what more could a lover of the wilderness and its wild life demand? ‘fuly 17.—We decided to move up the west branch to the forks two miles above, and there make a perma- nent camp at a point I had selected the day before, on a high bank just at the junction, about a hundred feet below timber-line. It was a beautiful spot; clear, open pastures among the spruce trees were about us, numerous dead trees for firewood were near and excellent grass for the horses was everywhere. Mountains, with fantastic pinnacles, peaks, and rock-turreted slopes surrounded us, and the view down the creek was beautiful in the extreme, as we looked along the timber frieze between the high slopes to the massive ranges on the east. Above all, we were close to the divide and in the heart of the best hunting country. ON THE SHEEP RANGES 31 Leaving the men to pitch the tents and make camp, Rungius and [ went on to the divide. From there I could see the bear’s carcass and, thinking the cub might remain near it, pointed it out to Rungius, who started to find and kill the cub. I went to climb a mountain on the south, to make a short reconnaissance and descend on the other side to camp. The top was a broad, level flat, rather swampy, and full of sheep and caribou tracks. Old cari- bou tracks covered the ground, and well-worn sheep-trails extended high up on the slopes, ridges, crests, and over or around all the peaks. Several small birds, unknown to me, were about, and the mice, a species known as Microtus operarius endecus, had made their tiny trails all through the grass. Conies, Ochotona collaris, were heard and seen among the broken rocks of the slopes. Their short, thin bleat afterward became a familiar sound high up among the large broken rocks which they inhabit, even on the mountain tops. And numerous marmots were whistling their long, piercing calls. ‘They were abundant everywhere, near broken rock and in the basins. Passing a little beyond I looked down on the large basin south of our camp, from which the other stream flows to make the junction. The divide creek and this one form the true source of Coal Creek, the volume of which is increased by the two large creeks entering two or three miles below. The area below me really consisted of two basins: one farther to the east, between two precipitous spurs; the other likewise lying in mountains, and much larger. At the bottom of the former were two 23° THE WILDERNESS, OF THEVDEPER YUKON exquisite clear lakes of several acres each, continually filled by the melting snow above. The latter was in the form of a great irregular square, at least a mile wide. Undulating in gentle hills and wide green pastures, it produced an impression of surpassing beauty, with great mountains encircling it, rising up in rocks and cliffs, culminating in sharp peaks perhaps the highest of those in the divide ranges. Except on the bare rocks, all the mountains were more or less covered with lichen-moss, which, in turn, was span- gled with exquisite small dots of flowers, some bright blue, some pink, and some crimson. Flowers abounded over all the mountain-slopes, basins, and valleys. Dryas was common everywhere, also a species of cranberry, Vacin- nium vitisidea, the leaves of which were always slippery to walk on. I sat for some time looking about through my field-glasses, but saw nothing and, descending on the east side of the slope to the creek which runs through a deep gorge, had started toward camp when I met Osgood setting his traps for small mammals. Together we reached camp at ten, and found Rungius there with the body of the cub. He had seen it walking under the same cliffs and shot it. That night was clear and cold, the thermometer going to twenty-eight degrees before morning. When we first settled in this camp mosquitoes were at their worst and very troublesome. All of us slept under mosquito netting. The horses suffered the most, and we had to build several smudges and keep them going all day so that the animals could gather around them. If these smudges were not ‘Lt XTaAf ‘SaIMOOW AIATINO ‘SHOLINOSOW AIO dHAM OL AMOWS AHL NI ONIGNVLIS SASYOH YANO FHL NI AWLINAOO ONIINOQH AHL dO LYVAH AHL NI dWVO YAO SSO HM Aq ydeisojoyg *AOAING [BIIZOOIg *S “— BY} JO UOIsstutad Ag 1 viet in ON THE SHEEP RANGES 33 kept up, the horses would come about the tents and almost beg for them. ‘They would stand about them all day, and feed mostly at night when the swarm tem- porarily retired from the cold. They scarcely ever went far from camp and constantly returned, as if coming back home, and it was not necessary to keep them hobbled. In a few days most of the mosquitoes seemed to leave the vicinity of the tents, though enough remained to compel us to take precautions to avoid them. Fuly 18.—We were ready to start at eight in the morning; and, asking the men to flesh the bearskin, I started for the divide. Rungius had already preceded me, intending to descend the stream on the other side. I can never endure a companion or a “guide” when actually hunting. I want to be alone among the hills and wild mountains, with freedom to observe. In the solitude of the wilderness, the animals, birds, rocks and flowers become companions. I carried my rucksack, which contained a kodak, a sweater, a tin cup, tea, a little sugar, chocolate, and a cracker. While hunting I never wore a coat, but could put on the sweater when it became cold. My footgear, leather moccasins, was nearly perfect for this country. Lightness and noiseless- ness were the main objects required, and moccasins were not slippery except on the bearberry or cranberry leaves, and at times on wet slopes. One soon learns how to walk in them, what ground to avoid, and how to descend over rock and grass slopes. My rifle was a Mannlicher, 256 calibre—the same one that I had already used for big game during the three previous years. The car- 24 THE. WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON tridges were jacketed with nickel, split at four places, and the lead was exposed at the tip. It was afternoon when I came out on the divide, and made directly for the bear’s carcass, intending to climb the spur and ascend along the saddle to the crest of the main range. A few moose tracks were seen on the divide, made undoubtedly when the moose cross over, since feed is so scarce there that they never loiter. Near the carcass a marmot whistled; in many places ptarmigan were flushed, and Alaska jays, Perisorius can- adensis fumifrons, were abundant everywhere in the tim- ber, and in the willows above. A pair of golden eagles were soaring along the crest, always a beautiful sight and a constant feature of those northern ranges. The main range here extends parallel with the divide clear to the meadows of the creek on the west, perhaps twelve miles distant, and east to the north and south range on the west side of Coal Creek. The northern slopes, facing the divide, are very steep and broken into precipices and projecting spurs. The south slope, then visible for the first time, inclines somewhat evenly to another divide, broken here and there by gorges, and sends out an occasional spur. The rim of the crest is uneven, now rising into high peaks, now capped by jagged boulders and pinnacles, and again extending evenly for a hundred yards more, to the next peak. In places on the south side, before the incline becomes abrupt, are green pastures, where grass, weeds, and moss were abundant—all excellent feeding for sheep and cari- bou. The snow is confined to northerly slopes where it ON THE SHEEP RANGES 35 occurs in cornices below the crest, under the cliffs, and in the hollows, gorges, and furrows. I walked along toward the west, carefully scanning the country ahead through my field-glasses. Mosquitoes swarmed as much as ever, even on the peaks. Soon a heavy rain fell and it was cold. I crouched under a rock, and in half an hour it ceased. Again I went for- ward, now crossing a pasture to examine the slopes below, then returning diagonally to the rim of the crest so that I could see the country on both sides. A canon cutting the south slope was reached after three o’clock, and well below, eight hundred yards dis- tant on the other side, I saw twelve fairly large rams feeding in a grassy place on the slope. Immediately dropping low, I looked at them through the field-glasses. At last, before me was the main object of my trip to those northern wilds; beautiful they were, glistening white in the sun notwithstanding a brownish stain, and game in every motion. Most of them carried fair horns, well spread, and all had black tails. ‘They fed nervously and kept constantly on the move, a few often running with alertness, and every moment one or another would throw up its head to look, either up or down. I re- mained motionless, flat on the ground, among some rocks, watching every movement. How to stalk them was a puzzle. The cafion was deep with almost perpendicular sides and led up to the crest of the mountain before it could be crossed. It was not possible to descend and then stalk up in plain sight from below, and, besides, they were gradually feeding upward. ‘Their movements 20 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON soon solved the problem, for they were surely working up toward the crest and a little in my direction. Then they began to ascend faster and did not pause so much to feed. Some would suddenly run a short dis- tance, jump to a stand-still, and look. But I was well concealed and they did not see me. ‘There was little wind and it was in my favor. Before I realized it, they had reached the top, five hundred yards away. All stood on the edge looking at the country below. Only those who have been high up above the valleys and woods, among the peaks and crags, and there have seen the mountain ram in his element, can appreciate the sight or realize the emotion surging through me as I beheld them. They stood like marble silhouettes, erect, rigid, on the sky-line of that wonderful landscape—the essence of boldness, grace, energy, self-confidence, wild- ness! For five minutes they were motionless, sweeping the country below with their keen eyes. Unless hidden from sight I do not believe any moving object could have escaped them. Then one jumped below the rim; the rest quickly followed; there was a slight sound of falling rocks. They had disappeared like phantoms. Not then experienced in the habits of the northern sheep, I thought that my chance had come. They might come back, but it seemed more likely that they were seeking a spot to rest on the other slope, and shortly would reach some point in a place too rough fora stalk. After waiting a few moments, I started upward toward the head of the cafion and had gone a hundred yards, when two small rams suddenly ON THE SHEEP RANGES 37 reappeared on the crest. I dropped, but too late; they had seen me. By some note of alarm the others were attracted, all coming up with a spring, their eyes fastened on me as if by magic. The chance for a close shot was lost. One of the leaders started to run across the mountain- side, followed by the whole band. As they ran, I fired four times, and a smaller one turned and ran down the canon, the rest keeping on toward a high peak. It was evident that the single one was wounded, for through the glasses blood could be seen about its head and fore- legs. Some were just disappearing, when four stopped under the peak and looked back, while the others went over the top. The wounded ram seemed to be walking with difficulty, yet kept slowly on to the bottom of the cafion, and then crossed to another mountain. Descend- ing half-way to the foot of the slope, I stopped, hoping that the ram would lie down; meanwhile, the other four high up near the peak were feeding. The wounded ram travelled some distance along the side of the mountain and lay down on a rock. I began to descend in plain sight (concealment was impossible), but he saw me from a long distance and was up and travelling at once. He crossed the mountain-side and disappeared high up over the other end. I went down, crossed the basin, and climbed the side of the mountain, but could see no sign of blood or tracks at the point where the ram was last seen, nor could he be seen even with the field-glasses. A short gully separated this mountain from another rough range, where he had probably gone and so escaped me. 38 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON Back near the high peak I saw the four rams lying down on some high rocks near the top. I decided to descend to timber-line a couple of miles down the creek to pass the night, and climb for the rams early the next morning. I soon made a fire on the border of the forest, but there was no water near and it was necessary to descend a long distance to the stream for it. Having done this, and while cutting spruce boughs for a bed, the water on the fire was overturned and a second long trip to the creek was necessary. At midnight I had tea with half the chocolate and half the cracker. It was very cold and my short night was broken by intervals of sleeping and waking. As I fell asleep, the head-net would settle against my face and the mosquitoes would soon wake me. My tobacco had been lost, which was a real deprivation. The memory of the rams moving with virile gameness on the rocky slopes kept lingering between my snatches of sleep, until I rose, at five, and went half a mile down to a stream coming from a canon, which cut the slope I intended to ascend. The tea was quickly made from the tea-ball used the night before, and half a cracker and a small piece of chocolate provided my only food that day until late at night. After eating I began to work up the canon, now through deep gorges, now climbing around them, at length coming out at a point where the view was open for half a mile along the stream to the snow cornice, above which the crest continued to rise unevenly to the peak near where the rams had been loitering the evening before. On a steep slope, a hundred feet above the BULL CARIBOU ON MOUNTAIN IN OGILVIE ROCKIES. Drawing by Carl Rungius. ; ON THE) SHEEP RANGES 39 snow which filled the bed of the stream for a long dis- tance ‘below the crest, were two large dark animals. My glasses showed them to be caribou; one very dark with striking horns, the other lighter, with horns more spike- like. The wind was blowing from me to them, and immediately I began to circle up the mountain side for the purpose of approaching with a favorable wind. ‘The stalk was made slowly to a point above them and then directly down toward them, always in plain sight. They kept quietly feeding, keeping their heads close to the ground, without once raising them to look about in the manner of a deer, sheep, or moose. ‘The sun was brightly shining and mosquitoes were so numerous that my head- net could not be removed. With more than necessary caution I advanced to within three hundred yards and took a sitting position, elbows on knees. Singling out the darker, larger-horned animal, I fired, and distinctly heard the bullet strike him. ‘The ball struck his hind quarters, breaking one leg, passing through the stomach and out on the other side. As the animal had kept walk- ing and changing positions, this was the only good exposure presented for a shot. ‘The other at once began trotting uphill, and [ am somewhat ashamed to confess that I fired at it twice, and then, having cooled down, did not shoot again, but deliberately allowed it to go, thinking that I had missed. It soon stopped and looked back, then trotted ahead, pausing several times to uri- nate or look back, until it disappeared over the mountain range. The other was staggering, and in a moment dropped, rolled down the slope, and landed in the bed 40 THE WILDERNESS: OF THE UPPER YUKON of the creek, which had cut a channel through the snow and ice. I had great difficulty in pulling the carcass up on the snow, where I photographed, measured, and gralloched it, pestered by dense clouds of mosquitoes attracted by the blood. I decided to leave the caribou where it was, and bring Rungius back the next day to sketch and study it in the flesh and get the impression of its natural environment. It was a fine large bull, in thick, dark summer-coat, its mane just beginning to turn white; its horns in velvet of a rich, dark, grayish-brown color, well palmated at the ends, with twenty-one points on one side, fourteen on the other, and both brow antlers particularly well developed, giving beauty and proportion to the head. The length of the caribou was seven feet, the height at foreshoulder four feet. These were the first caribou I had ever seen, except a glimpse I had had of four running through the thick woods of New Brunswick in 1897. The caribou of the Ogilvies were later identified by Osgood as the true barren-ground species—Rangifer arcticus. I continued the ascent on the snow directly up to the crest. Proceeding along the rising rim, I came to the final climb of perhaps five hundred yards, necessary to surmount the peak and command the mountain from above. ‘This was the highest peak on the range border- ing the divide. Its north side consisted of cliffs, preci- pices, and steep slopes falling to a basin below. The top and southern slopes were all broken rock, stained so dark that, from a distance, in contrast to the others of the range, the mountain appeared black. The ascent ON THE SHEEP RANGES 4I was not difficult, though caution was required not to make a noise while climbing over the broken rock, Going slowly to keep my breath, I came near the top, where the surface rose more gradually to form the point of the peak, when suddenly the heads and horns of a ram appeared on the sky-line to the right, not twenty feet away. He looked at me for a moment and disappeared with a spring. Hastening to the point I saw a fine ram running ahead of three smaller ones directly up the peak. He stopped only a few feet below the summit. Seating myself, I aimed quickly and fired. He dropped, rolled a few yards, and was caught in the broken rock. The others disappeared around the slope beyond. Running forward over the loose rock on the steep incline, I caught him by the horns and held him while he was kicking in death struggles, to prevent him from rolling down. The bullet had passed through his foreshoulders at the base of the neck. He was a very fat ram of seven or eight years, with shapely, spreading horns. His tail was black, his body pure white, though the short new pelage was stained brownish from the ferruginous rock. My exultation at this first success in accomplishing the purpose of my trip was complete. For some time I sat looking at the wonderful landscape about and below me. On every side stretched the mountain ranges until the vision was lost in a sea of tumbled peaks, all dotted and patched with the glistening snow; below were basins and wild, green valleys clothed with green and bluish timber—a vast, silent, wilderness reaching on the east to the Mackenzie River, on the west to the Yukon. 42 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON After photographing the ram as he fell I made a hollow in the rocks a few feet below, dragged him down to it, and began taking off his skin. It soon began to shower and grow cold with gusts of wind. Two ravens circled about almost in frenzy as I worked, and at times a golden eagle sailed along the crest and soared above. Packing the skin and head in the riicksack, I descended the precipitous and rocky east side of the peak to the edge of the north rim, hoping to find some descent to the basin below from which the divide pastures could be gained. Resting every few steps on account of my load, I finally reached the grass slope, which, after the rain, was very slippery and managed to zigzag down to the gorge of a stream at the foot of the mountain. While resting there, what was my disgust to notice that my field-glasses had been left above at the carcass, so it was necessary to return for them. Again descending and picking up my load I tramped two miles up the swampy, brush-cov- ered ground across the next divide, and descended toward camp. Lack of food, long hours of climbing, together with the chill and wetting by showers, had so weakened me that my legs almost gave out and obliged me to rest every few steps while walking up the soft ground of. the divide. Camp was reached at 10.30 at night, and rest before a large fire, food, and my pipe restored my strength. The day before, Rungius, while climbing the south range of the divide, had seen three rams running up a round, smooth mountain on the north side and followed them. They saw him, ran over on the other side, and ‘Or ATO[ ,‘MoOu NAMONE AHL ‘6r ATA[ GaTIIM ‘nostuvg NI LHOAVO SVM GNV ‘SGUVA MAX V GaTION ‘daddOUud FFT,, ut Wy ON THE SHEEP RANGES 43 disappeared. Arriving at the top he saw a large band of ewes feeding near, and killed four. Both he and Osgood had returned to the same place with Spahr, Gage, and two horses to bring back the meat. The ewes were still loitering about, and Osgood had killed one. The heads, skins, and meat had been brought back to camp and the larder was well stocked. Some of the ewes killed were pure white; others had many gray hairs on the back, and stripes down the legs, intermediate in color between Owrs dalli and Ours fannini, and all had black tails. Fuly 20.—The next day we all remained in camp, skinning and preparing the specimens. In the morning, after Rungius had made several sketches of my ram’s head, I skinned it. Jays now flocked about us in great excitement, feeding on the raw meat and other camp refuse. Red squirrels also were attracted, and mosqui- toes were still with us. We were feasting on meat. To my taste the meat of mountain sheep, killed between July and October, easily excels that of any other game animal on this continent. It is rich, fat mutton with a game flavor. Nor do I tire of it as of venison; for a continuous diet never dimin- ished my eagerness for it. After October, and until late in June, it is not so good, and during the winter and spring months very poor, quite without flavor. Until we left this camp the days were warm, some- times hot, and at night the lowest temperatures registered by the thermometer varied from twenty-eight to forty de- grees above zero Fahrenheit. It never rained contin- 44 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON uously, but often showered. On the mountain crests it was usually very cold all through the day, especially when the wind blew. uly 21.—After breakfasting Rungius, Gage, and I started to get the caribou head. Spahr was to follow with two horses and wait at the foot of the divide for us to bring it down to him. After we reached the sum- mit and were proceeding down the gentle descent, forty or fifty ewes and lambs were seen feeding on a grassy slope of the rough mountain to the north. ‘This was part of the band Rungius and Osgood had disturbed. On the mountain side, several hundred feet up on a bank of snow, we saw a black spot which Rungius thought was an animal. The field-glasses confirmed this, but we could not make out what it was, because it was lying down. It seemed too small for a moose, and its horns could only be suspected. Rungius started forward to stalk it, and went rapidly down the divide, then climbed the side of the mountain and gradually approached the snow-bank. Watching through the glasses I saw the animal rise, stand a few moments, and walk aimlessly a few feet away from the snow, quite unconscious of dan- ger. Soon we heard a shot, then two more, and it fell. It was a yearling cow caribou, and almost black. We gralloched and left it to be brought to camp later by the horses, where Rungius could sketch it. We then went through the timber at the lower end of the divide, crossed a ridge and entered a small, deep basin, flushing ptarmigan at short intervals, and climbed a very steep slope opposite the carcass of the caribou, ON TEE SHEEP RANGES 45 which was on the other side of the crest. In this and the other basins, in the pastures, and on the clear areas, grizzly bear diggings were abundant. More grizzly bears come to such places to dig out squirrels early in the spring than at other seasons, and by June they begin to roam and are not often seen. ‘The bear already killed was the last we saw on that trip. Abundant diggings, however, do not indicate abundance of bears, as one will dig over much country. All the diggings that I saw near the divide could have been made by two or three bears. We reached the crest and, going forward, looked down a few hundred yards below on the snow where the carcass lay. Not far below it, on a bank of snow close to the creek, was a small ram standing rigidly, with apparent alertness, looking up directly at us. Rungius at once started to circle around the slope and stalk him. The ram at times kept licking the snow, now and then looking up at us, and I could not understand his indifference. We saw Rungius, when he had approached sufficiently near, sit down and fire. The ram jumped as if hit, and walked on the snow out of sight, while Rungius ran and dis- appeared in the gorge. Gage and I hastened down and saw him sitting near the dead ram. ‘The bullet having passed through its hind quarters, it had been unable to escape. It proved to be the young ram I had wounded and followed three days before. My bullet had struck and shattered his lower jaw and he was unable to eat. The poor creature was already reduced to skin and bones, and had evidently suffered from thirst. He had wandered back to find the band, but was growing too 46 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YURON weak to travel and would shortly have died. I felt great pity for him. Could the sportsman but know the suffering of the animals he wounds but fails to get—a too common expe- rience—would his enthusiasm diminish? ‘The hunter- sportsman is a strange combination, possessed by the fascination of hunting and killing the animals that he loves—for every true hunter-sportsman loves the wild animals. In their wild life they fascinate him; all his interest is aroused in watching them; his pulse is quick- ened; his feeling for nature becomes deeper, fuller, and more complete. I never knew a true hunter, be he the rough pioneer or the cultured man, who did not have an intense fondness for the wild animals, a strong interest in studying them and protecting them, and also a desire to alleviate and prevent their suffering; yet there still per- sists his paradoxical love of hunting and killing them. The Indian finds in the fascination of the hunt a gratification of those inherited instincts produced and implanted in him by centuries of the struggle for exist- ence. His ancestors had to hunt or starve, and in many places on this continent to-day the Indian must hunt or starve. He must seek food, and the excitement of the chase develops a fascination for it, intensified perhaps by inherited instinct. Part of this same instinct is our own heritage. It may be the mainspring which prompts us to set forth and suffer hardship. Primitive feeling for nature was saturated with the supernatural and easily took the form of a reverence for natural phenomena, which in turn led to the develop- ON THE SHEEP RANGES 47 ment of mythological conceptions. It persists among most primitive men to-day, but is lost to us—replaced by the esthetic feeling slowly and gradually evolved from it. In civilized man the hunting instinct has become broad- ened and transformed. We have learned to love and con- template nature. We go back to the wilderness, and the more primitive it is, the more strongly we feel its charm. But the wilderness must include the animals. Our active sympathies, developed by civilization, extend also to them. We feel for them along with their wilder- ness environment. We learn to know and love them. They become inseparable from the mysterious emotions aroused by mountains, valleys, woods, and waters. ‘They also arouse, kindle, and set glowing the primitive instinct to hunt and kill. The pursuit leads us to nature which in turn leads us to the pursuit. We cannot deny that this must react upon our race. Endurance, strength, skill, boldness, independence, manliness, are the qualities pro- duced. The time may come when most of us will undertake to work, endure, and suffer the hardships of the wilder- ness, prompted only by love of it for its own sake. But to many of us, in our present stage, hunting prevents the mere contemplative indulgence in the beautiful from pro- ducing effeminateness. We skinned the ram and went up a short distance to the carcass of the caribou. It was photographed sev- eral times, and then, after cutting off the head, Rungius and Gage started back over the crest to take it down to the horses and return to camp. It was 6.30 in the even- 48 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON ing, but I could not resist remaining to look for more sheep and hoping perhaps to find the remainder of that band of rams. Following a sheep-trail along the crest, after a difficult and dangerous climb, I finally reached the top of a high limestone peak. This was the last high peak on the south range bordering the divide. “Toward the west the mountain sloped downward to vast meadows bordering a creek running north-east. ‘The slopes con- tinued in great expanses of hills and rolling meadows, cut here and there by deep canons; most of the country was green; but all the exposed limestone glowed white in the setting sun. Later in the season this broad area of green pastures, cafions, streams, and rivulets, must be a magnifi- cent range for caribou, as earlier it must be a feeding- ground for grizzly bears. This was demonstrated during a subsequent tramp over it by innumerable tracks and signs of both, and also by shed horns of caribou. Sheep- trails crossed it, intersecting from all directions, always along the higher ridges and knolls. All trails had worn through the earth to the limestone, thus marking the country with irregular white lines. For a long time I watched through the field-glass, but nothing appeared. The sun went below the horizon, leaving a brilliantly colored sky glowing over the distant ranges toward the Tatonduk River. It was after ten and, not wishing to lose the beauty of the landscape under the twilight glow, I tramped hour after hour along the crest of the range continuing all the way to the basin south of camp. The ground-squirrels, marmots, conies, birds, and even the mosquitoes were hushed, and a ON THE SHEEP RANGES 49 solemn stillness prevailed. A deep calm pervaded the basins, meadows, and wilderness below, causing a weird impression of the solitude. Not a sound of any kind was audible; not a creature visible. Never did I feel more alone. In this northern twilight there was just enough darkness to cause a feeling of awe at the dim and silent grandeur of the surroundings. I slowly walked on all night, from mountain to mountain, and descended to the gorge of the stream in the south basin, proceeded through it with difficulty, and went down the creek tow- ard camp. At three in the morning a heavy frost spread over the country, and a little later, above and below, all glittered and sparkled like diamonds in the rising sun. Fuly 22.—Arriving in camp at 5.30 A. M. I made a fire, had some tea, a bite to eat, and then slept until two in the afternoon. As rain threatened, the rest of the day was passed in camp. Rungius had the body of the cow caribou suspended by ropes and propped by stakes, so that he could change it to various attitudes and sketch it, and Osgood prepared the small mammals that he had taken in his traps. Wolverines were common in the vi- cinity, but only one was seen by Osgood. Minks were abundant along the creek near camp. Arctic weasels were there, though none were caught in the traps, and a few martens undoubtedly existed in the timber along the creek. The Dawson red-backed mouse and the In- terior vole were the only two species of mice observed near timber-line. The day before Osgood had climbed a mountain rising from the basin south of camp, and on it had found 50 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON several ewes and lambs. But where was the remainder of that band of rams, or others? That question was disturbing me; therefore, I determined to go to the lower end of the divide for a day or two and hunt them alone. CHAPTER It SEARCHING FOR RAMS—1904 ¥uly 23.—The horses had disappeared, and Spahr and Gage consumed a long time looking for them, and finally found them not far away, standing perfectly still on a side hill. On Mike we put my blanket, a narrow piece of mosquito netting, the frying-pan, teapot, and a few provisions. Spahr rode Shorty and Gage and I walked to the divide. Arriving on top, four sheep were seen just below the crest of the spur above the place where the bear had been killed. They were two miles off, and appeared like white specks on the mountain; but even at that distance they had seen us and were nervous, bunch- ing immediately and moving about with uncertainty. The glasses showed that they were rams and I quickly planned a stalk. Going down into the ravine until out of their sight, I climbed to the foot of the cliffs, from where I could ascend the mountain on the west side near the peak and come out above them. In the broken rocks at the foot of the cliffs were numerous marmots which kept continu- ally whistling, and I was fearful that they might alarm the rams. The surface for two hundred yards, reaching to a point not far from the top, consisted of small, loose, broken rock, over which I had to proceed with the great- SI 52.) THE. WILDERNESS OF ‘THE UPPER YUKON est caution, as the rams were very near on the other side of the crest. It was a very steep slope and unless | care- fully chose my footing, the rock would slide and fall, making much noise. In such places moccasins are superior to all other footgear. I could carefully feel the surface with my big toe, and at the right spot wedge the toes in the uneven spaces in a manner not possible with stiff soles. Besides, the moccasins were noiseless on hard rock. The rock slide was crossed successfully to a grassy space up which I went more rapidly to the peak, paying no attention to the wind, which was blow- ing directly from me to the rams. Going slightly to the right and descending a little, I looked below, but did not see them. As I was cautiously retreating to look over the other side, the horns of the rams were suddenly seen on the sky-line just below the peak and not fifty feet away. At the same moment the sheep ran and I fired at one, which came in sight for an instant, but evidently shot over it. Running forward, I saw them rushing across the saddle, a ram of good size behind three smaller ones. Quickly seating myself and aiming at the larger ram as he was running, now two hundred yards away, I fired and he suddenly left the others, continued a few yards down the slope and dropped dead. The others had now crossed the saddle, ascended fifty yards more, and stood looking back for a few moments before they again ran and disappeared along the broken slopes. All this was within six hundred yards of the spot where I had killed the bear. The ram lay a hundred yards below, stretched out at the head of a snow-bank, down which I pulled “WE LOADED THE RAM ON MIKE,” JULY 23. Photograph by Carl Rungius. I. POINT WHERE RAM WAS KILLED, JULY 19. 2. POINT WHERE RAM WAS KILLED, JULY 23. 3, POINT WHERE BEAR WAS KILLED, JULY 106. tal SEARCHING FOR RAMS 53 him to the bare ground and drew out the entrails, while Gage and Spahr, who had witnessed the whole stalk, were coming up with the horses. We loaded the ram on Mike, and Spahr immediately started with him for camp. I was delighted to send a whole ram to Rungius, who could now study and sketch it in the flesh. He was a fine ram with seven rings; his horns were of the spread- ing type, twenty-five inches from tip to tip. From this point Gage and I went to timber-line at the lower end of the divide and made camp, after which he returned to the main camp leaving me alone. A piece of mutton was soon cooked and with crackers and tea, made my supper. Two willow sticks were bent in the form of a bow and placed parallel, ten inches apart with the ends thrust in the ground, so that a small piece of mos- quito netting could be hung on them to cover my head while sleeping, for the mosquitoes were particularly numerous here, perhaps worse than at any other point near the divide. But it was a beautiful spot, in an undisturbed wilder- ness. The sun had gone down and the sky was aglow. The landscape in front was seen between the spruces. How many times in after years I have felt the beauty of beholding mountains and far distant vistas through spruces whose graceful tops, like sharp pointed spires, lined the near horizon! Down through the deep descend- ing valley, clothed with willows and evergreens, bordered on both sides by high mountains, I could see the broad meadow-lands and the dim mountain ranges beyond. At last, rolling under the blanket and arranging my 54. LHE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON head under the netting, I was quickly hummed to sleep by the disappointed mosquitoes. But the protection did not last long and all night I kept rearranging the netting unsuccessfully. ‘fuly 24.—In the morning it was raining and a late start was made. To the west of my camp the range on its south side was smooth and grassy, covered here and there like all the other slopes, with moss and lichens. Its north side, not visible from the divide, was rough and rocky. ‘The ascent was rather long; the wind was blow- ing strong, and it soon became very cold. Old bear diggings were common and ptarmigan were plentiful all along the slopes. Perched near some cliffs was a rough- legged hawk, which kept constantly crying, while across the divide, on the opposite range, were two golden eagles, soaring about the crests and appearing very dark against the sky. When well up, I suddenly saw, a hundred yards ahead, two ewes and two lambs looking at me with apparent curiosity. They ran forward a few jumps, stopped, and looked again. As I kept on they soon began to run, finally disappearing over thé top. The wind was blowing directly from me to them. Reaching the crest and looking over, I saw a startling sight. Cliffs and precipices fell perpendicularly to a small circular basin, surrounded on all sides by walls of rock fifteen hundred feet or more in height. Only one or two routes of descent were possible and these were very dangerous. The ewes and lambs that had fled over the mountain top now reappeared five hundred yards away on the sky- SEARCHING FOR RAMS 55 line. My glasses revealed twelve peacefully feeding on the green pasture at the bottom of the basin. With the unaided eye, it was a long time before I could make them out and then only as tiny dots. At times, in the moun- tains of that locality, the white sheep are most difficult to see, since their stained coats blend so well with the color of their environment. Many times, even when trying to look most carefully, I was surprised at not seeing them, when they were near and in plain sight. These ewes soon began to run as if startled, and through the glasses I saw a small ram, followed by another band, of thirteen ewes and lambs, chasing them two hundred yards behind. From what I learned later of the habits of sheep, they were no doubt merely running across the level in sport after feeding, and had started to go higher up to rest. Thinking the horns of the ram were larger than they proved to be on closer inspection, I circled around the edge of the cliffs to a point near which I thought they would ascend, and, sitting on the edge of a precipice, waited. Looking across the basin, high up near the top of a lofty mountain, I saw nine more ewes and lambs feeding on almost perpendicular cliffs. Clinging with their feet, they jumped about with indifference to their hazardous location, to get the morsels of green weeds and herbs growing among the rocks. The ewes below were slowly feeding upward; now all banded closely to- gether and ascended directly toward me. It was a fascinating sight to watch the sheep. Those on the cliffs beyond appeared like small white spots, now and then almost sparkling in the sun. At times it was 50 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER: YUKON difficult to credit the vision and realize that even sheep could so easily move about on the sides of apparent precipices. ‘Those below kept moving along and were gradually approaching the top. Nearby conies were bleat- ing, marmots were whistling, and twice a golden eagle soared gracefully across the basin. The sheep con- tinued to approach upward, quite unsuspicious of my presence, while the lambs kept frisking about, now leaping on rocks, now running together and butting, now chasing each other and bleating. The ewes seemed indifferent to their gambols, but occasionally one would run about and sport with them. In such cases it was always one of the younger mothers. One of the ewes was particu- larly dark, even after making allowance for her stained pelage. Nearer they came, directly toward me, while the small band still continued plainly in sight on the cliffs opposite. The ram was now in the lead and at length stood one hundred and fifty feet directly below me as the ewes came up around him. Pointing my rifle down over the cliff, the barrel was almost perpendicular when I fired at the centre of his shoulders. He dropped to a lying- down position, panting and apparently about to roll over. The ewes, not in the least alarmed at the report, looked up, but none saw me, and some even continued feeding. Thinking the ram was dying, I stood up, when seeing me at once, they all ran across the steep side of the basin, where it did not seem possible for even a sheep to find a footing. The lambs easily followed, and in some way all climbed over the crest. I was greatly surprised to SEARCHING FOR RAMS 57 see the ram, which saw me as soon as the ewes began to run, jump up and run downward in a diagonal direction. Four shots were fired without hitting him, but when dis- tant about eight hundred yards he stopped and lay down under a large rock. I could see that he was bleeding badly, and thinking that he would soon become stiff, waited quietly, watching the remainder of the band, which had again reappeared on the crest. They de- scended a few feet below the summit and all lay down, peacefully resting as if nothing had happened. The other band of sheep on the high cliffs opposite had passed over the crest. Once or twice the ram rose, staggered, and dropped again, therefore I felt sure that he would die, and continued waiting for a couple of hours and then stood up to try a descent. The wounded ram immedi- ately rose and slowly, with difficulty, walked downward to the bottom of the basin. Not to alarm him more than necessary, I seated myself and watched him through the glasses. He often paused and stopped as if to lie down again, but kept on. He seemed to limber up as he went along a little faster, often making a jump, and sometimes almost running. A mile away he crossed the basin and began to walk up the steep slope opposite, then going without difficulty. Higher and higher he went, still farther away, until he lay down under a cliff. The only chance of getting him was to leave him undisturbed so that he might die in the same spot. My bullet must have struck him on the side, too far back to make a quickly fatal wound. Then and there I made up my mind to keep shooting at a wounded 58. THE WILDERNESS) OF THE UPPER YeRon animal in the future until assured that it was vitally hit, rather than to take chances, as in this case. A single ewe was lying down on the rocks above the ram. At 9.30 the large band was returning toward the bottom of the basin to feed. They reached it in peace before I started back to camp. This was the remainder of the band that Osgood and Rungius had disturbed and driven back into the rougher parts of the mountains. Later I sat by the fire, smoking my pipe, enjoying the solitude, with the same gorgeous sunset sky before me. I again passed the night, sleeping between intervals of fighting the mosquitoes, which were active all night in the timber on that side of the divide. uly 25.—The sun was shining brightly when I rose and climbed the south range. After looking at the un- touched carcass of the caribou, I proceeded east along the crest in the hope of finding the rams near the point where they had first been seen. To the south, on the other side of a narrow basin, was a high ridge on the crest of which stood a large bull caribou, making a huge black bulk against the sky. He was motionless in the centre of the snow-bank, with his head held downward— the most common attitude of bull caribou when standing at rest. Having determined not to shoot another cari- bou while in the velvet, I watched him at times through the glasses, as he stood for two hours without changing his attitude. Later I proceeded, noticing the beds of sheep—small circular hollows which they had pawed out in the broken rock of the slope—and saw that noth- ing had yet touched the bear’s carcass, which was in SEARCHING FOR RAMS 59 sight below. About the middle of the afternoon Osgood came along on the crest and I pointed out the caribou, which had then wandered about fifty feet from the snow- bank. As he started in that direction, it returned and lay down on the snow. Osgood had seen seven ewes and lambs on a high spur running south from the range, and was approaching to see if any rams were near. I walked on observing the ewes, which were now feed- ing on the top of the spur, and while proceeding could soon look down on the basin from which Osgood had ascended. Just beyond the range that I was following was a chain of peaks, the second of which was, to the sight, the highest visible anywhere in the whole region. I determined to climb it. It was rough and steep, and the last hundred yards were difficult to surmount, but finally I reached the top. From this peak I could look down on both sides of the spur and into two pretty crystal lakes lying in a narrow space between it and the next range, which shot up into cliffs, culminating in the high jagged crest of a mountain chain running north and south. Streams of water could be heard leaping down from the surrounding snow to form the lakes. It was per- fectly clear, and I sat down to enjoy the extended moun- tain panorama. After taking several photographs of the landscape, I left my riicksack and the kodak where I had been sitting, and descended a short distance along the rim to look over into a cafion beyond. When I had gone a few hundred feet I heard the sound of falling rocks not fifty feet in front, and suddenly seven ewes and lambs 60 “THE WILDERNESS OP THECUPPER YUKON jumped up on the crest from the cliff below. They stood for a few moments in alert attitudes, looking at me with curiosity. Oh, for that kodak, which for the first time was not at hand! As I started back for it the sheep moved around the peak and disappeared. Then on the high range beyond, some small moving objects were sil- houetted against the sky-line, and my field-glasses proved them to be ewes and lambs. Moving the glasses, to keep the crest in the field, I could see on every peak and in many places between them small bands of ewes and lambs; some feeding, some lying down, and others trav- elling along; but not a single ram. Then I began the descent to the lakes. The slope was exceedingly steep, particularly on the talus; so, sus- pending my rifle on my back, I zigzagged down, finding great difficulty the last few hundred feet, where the way led among tumbled and confused boulders. ‘There was ice along the shores of the lakes, which were two or three acres in extent, perfectly clear, and fairly deep. As usual, old caribou tracks were everywhere, and the songs of water ousels were heard as I followed the stream to camp, reached finally at ten in the evening. This day Rungius had been up the north branch of Coal Creek, below our camp, and had climbed the other side of the range where I had seen the ewes feeding on the cliffs the day before. He reported having seen the same number of ewes—probably the same band. Fuly 26.—At 2.30 the next morning Osgood returned with the skin of the caribou, having left the head to bring later. He had found it feeding only a few feet from SEARCHING FOR RAMS 61 the snow-bank and nearby had seen some caribou cows and calves. Rungius continued sketching the ram that I had killed. By a system of ropes, suspended from a cross-pole, it had been held in a natural position and had been stuffed with grass to give a normal size to the belly. After several pencil drawings Rungius made a color sketch to record the stained color of the pelage. Soon after noon, I started for the mountain te look for the ram which had been wounded two days before. Reaching the edge of the basin, where I could plainly see the country, no sign of him was visible about the slope where he had been last seen; nor, after reaching the point where he had lain down, could I find any trace of him. I then turned back toward camp, descending to the divide down the bed of a stream which flows through a deep gorge. Just before entering the cafion I saw a ewe and lamb standing not far above, looking at me. The ewe was in an alert attitude, with one foreleg raised and curved. At short intervals she would strike her horns to the ground or jump and stamp with her feet and shake her head, tormented by the mosquitoes. Many times I saw sheep act in this way, a sure sign that mos- quitoes worried them, particularly about the lips, eyes, and ears. The cafion proved to be so precipitous that it became a difficult and dangerous task to descend it. It was necessary to cross and recross the dashing stream, walk down slippery snow-banks, work down bluffs, and often make a detour around the heads of tributary gorges. It is not wise to attempt a descent through unknown gorges, and I determined not to try it again. From one 62 THE WILDERNESS) OF ‘THE UPPER YUKON point several ewes and lambs were seen near the peak of the mountain on my left. They had evidently been feed- ing below and were working upward to rest for the night. fuly 27.—The next day was spent in camp. It was the hottest yet experienced and decidedly uncomfortable. With the exceptions noted, the weather had been clear; the days, except high up the mountains, warm, often hot; and the nights cold, the temperature usually falling below freezing point. Numerous jays were now about, and it was amusing to watch them carrying off every piece of meat that they could snatch. I prepared the head of the ram which Rungius had been sketching, and skinned my caribou’s feet. Osgood had very kindly pre- pared the caribou head during my absence. At 6.30 in the evening Rungius and I filled our riick- sacks with provisions, and, taking the mosquito tent, started for my camp at the lower end of the divide. As we were ascending the pastures of the divide, Rungius looked back and saw a fairly large ram, high up the mountain, running down the slope, followed by a smaller one. He immediately started back to gain the foot of the slope, but the sheep passed out of sight, running as if frightened. He began to climb directly toward the point where they disappeared. Then I started down the creek, to intercept them if they should cross to the other range, but it was too late, for I saw them climbing the slope on the opposite side, and watched them for some time until they began to feed near the top and soon passed out of sight over the crest. ‘NVad AHL ONIHOLANS SNIONNY Tavd *AVAINS [BIIBOJOIg *S ‘GQ 2} Jo uoIsstusad Ag *poosso "HM Aq ydvasojoyg - ‘ fe . ~ PPT sii . 7 Ee, * W SEARCHING FOR RAMS 63 At the same time four ewes and lambs were seen up near Rungius, who also saw but did not stalk them. Later we learned that shortly before this hour Osgood had seen three rams farther along the same range, and wound- ing the largest he had failed to get it. The two that Rungius and I had seen were evidently the others which were running in fright when we first saw them. Rungius finally joined me and we proceeded over the divide. Twilight was deepening, and the sky to the west was glowing in colors above the distant peaks, when I saw, silhouetted against the sky-line of the crest directly oppo- site my old camp, several sheep, probably ewes. ‘They soon lay down and were still visible on the sky-line as the shadows deepened and the sky became crimson. By practice the eye becomes trained to recognize animals in contrast to similar inanimate objects, even when blending in color and at a distance, and often when not moving. My vision was constantly improving in this respect, and I was gradually gaining confidence in my ability to quickly distinguish sheep, inconspicuous as they were in that country. As we approached camp the usual swarm of mosquitoes welcomed us. We soon put up the tent, made a fire, cooked, ate, and went under the blankets. At last, in that spot, I slept, defying the mosquitoes. Fuly 28.—It was raining when we rose, and after break- fast we waited for clear weather. During my absence the ground-squirrels had gnawed through the waterproof canvas to investigate the few provisions that had been left. It cleared and we started down river, then ascended a steep slope well to the west along the range, for the 64 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON purpose of examining the lower ranges south of the divide. I particularly wanted to climb the farther peaks - above the rolling country. Bear diggings were numerous everywhere, in the basins and on the slopes. We climbed along the broken rock on the west side of the high lime- stone mountain (which I had ascended after leaving Rungius and Gage several days before), and circled around it to the crest on the other side where the chain continues to the south, and there seated ourselves to look over the country. While scanning a partly snow-covered range of dark, iron-stained rock, almost black in appearance, there came into the field of my glasses a band of sixteen bull caribou, their manes glistening white in contrast to the black rock of the slope above the snow on which they were standing. ‘Their bodies appeared black in strong relief, although nearly three miles away, and their wide, branch- ing antlers were clearly visible, like small dead tree tops. All stood motionless with heads hanging down, like the single bull I had seen near there a few days before. Here was an opportunity for Rungius to study them in life, and he quickly started. As he passed out of sight below, 1 watched the caribou. Now and then a few would move off the snow to feed, but they quickly came back, and soon two or three were lying down on it. Then I went on along the crest of the range and after climbing a peak noticed a dead animal on the snow in the bottom of a ravine and soon found it to be a dead caribou bull. It was the one I had shot at and thought I had missed. It had been shot through the stomach and SEARCHING FOR RAMS 65 had lain down on the snow and died. It was fully as large -as the one I had killed, but a little lighter in color, and the horns, though as long in beam, had but few points. All the satisfaction I had felt in permitting it to escape without firing at it again now disappeared in a feeling of chagrin. The carcass was badly decomposed, but only ground-squirrels had been feeding on it. I went on along the uneven crest to the south end of the range, following sheep-trails, among the bleating conies and whistling marmots. From the south moun- tains I crossed back to camp through the rolling country. A sheep was seen against the sky-line of the mountain three miles to the west and another soon joined it, but at that distance it was impossible to make out the sex, though the absence of lambs might indicate rams. It had showered and hailed during the day and at times was cold on the mountain. During the tramp along the crest I noticed two ravens feeding on the carcass of the first ram I had killed, but they were driven away at inter- vals by a golden eagle, who claimed a share of the feast. Not finding Rungius, and thinking he had returned to the main camp, I prepared supper, and after smoking my pipe rolled into the blanket at midnight. As I went to sleep the glow of the twilight in the west was still beautiful, while the pastures and mountains behind were covered with dark clouds. ‘fuly 29.—Some time later I was aroused by a noise outside and seized my rifle, thinking it was a bear after the provisions stored near by under a tree. It was Run- gius returning with a caribou head and skin. When 66 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON nearing the caribou, he found that they had moved to a snow-bank higher up the slope, and not distinguishing the leader of the band he killed two of the smaller bulls. After he had fired, the leader, followed by the whole band, came trotting up to him in curiosity. Just beyond the bulls he had seen a band of five cows and calves. Soon after Rungius came in it began to rain very hard and continued until after mid-day, when he started back for the main camp. I intended to remain a few more days to search for rams, and asked him to have one of the men bring me more provisions. Since the mountains and ridges became enveloped in a heavy mist, it was necessary to remain about camp. Alaska jays were now numerous, and two Northern shrikes were there, stealing any morsel that they could find. Although the shrikes would snatch everything and fly off, they would only eat meat. They were extremely quarrelsome and always drove off the jays until they could help themselves. Ground-squirrels had become bold and would come to the frying-pan as I held it, to eat the bacon grease. All these provided interesting company until evening, when Spahr appeared with two horses, bringing a supply of pro- visions. I sent him back with Rungius’s caribou skin. It rained all night. Fuly 30.—After breakfast, on the range to the south, I saw a ewe and two lambs feeding low. The lambs were sporting about. Through the glasses the dark stripes on the ewe’s legs and the gray on the back were distinctly visible. As the mountains were covered with mist, I waited and watched the sheep feeding until they SEARCHING FOR RAMS 67 moved upward and disappeared over the crest. Looking back on the spur where I had killed my last ram, I saw a smaller ram walking across the slope. It reached the edge of the cliff, leaped down to a jutting rock below, and lay down. It was still resting at noon when I began to climb the ridge. From the top seven ewes and lambs could be seen back across the valley and laying down on the crest of the mountain I had climbed a few days before. Two hours later they were still resting in the same place. The sun was brightly shining as I con- tinued the long tramp along the ridges, fascinated by the interest of looking down in the basins between the numerous spurs, always hoping to see a bear feeding, or perhaps rams resting. I kept carefully examining the country ahead until the last mountain was climbed, but not an animal was anywhere in sight. Here for the first time I saw the white-tailed ptarmigan, very tame, high up among the rocks. I could look down on the edge of the vast meadows, extending many miles north and south, bristling here and there with black spruces, and see well-defined moose and caribou trails, crossing through the long grass. The meadows were about three miles wide and through the middle flowed a large stream coming from a mountain to the south-west, and which was lost to view where it flowed through the mountain ranges fifteen miles to the north-east. On the other side of the meadows, parallel with them, were high mountain chains, similar in ap- pearance to those of the divide. The river is a branch of the Tatonduk or Sheep Creek. Sheep trails extended in 68 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON all directions from the ridge-tops near me, except toward the meadows. It is probably a feeding-place in spring or late fall. It had showered at intervals during the day and when I reached camp it was raining hard. While I was cook- ing supper, my eyes were attracted by an unfamiliar object appearing like a small stump in the centre of a little knoll about a hundred and fifty yards off across the brook. Watching it carefully I saw a movement and knew that it was a wolf, in an attitude almost perfect for self-protection. Its hind quarters were turned directly toward me. Its head, pointing in my direction, was held close to the body in a straight line in such manner that the only parts of the body visible, without close scru- tiny, were the narrow hind quarters, the color of which blended perfectly with the grass. My rifle was against atree. Quickly creeping to it I aimed through the dusk and fired. The wolf jumped and ran zigzagging down stream, but did not present another shot and was soon lost to sight in the timber. As it ran one hind leg was swinging, evidently broken by the bullet. It was too dark to follow then, but I determined to try for it in the morning. Fuly 31.—The sunset that night and the tinting of the clouds were particularly beautiful, as the faint light glowed through the spruces while heavy clouds hung on the mountain sides, and to the east all was dark. Few mosquitoes were about, the rains of the last few days together with the colder nights having probably de- stroyed them. The rain kept pouring down, beating through the thin mosquito tent all night, and continued SEARCHING FOR RAMS 69 until afternoon the next day. When it slackened it was necessary to search for a spot to safely cross the brook, now swollen and dashing by in heavy volume. Careful search was made for the wolf, but all signs had been obliterated by the rain, which, later in the afternoon, increased so much that hunting for that day was given up. While I was sheltered by the tent, a ground-squirrel greatly amused me. It began to approach, stopping, after each slight advance, to rise on its hind legs and look at me, until it came to the tent and cautiously pried about, eating grease in the frying-pan and picking up stray bits of meat. ‘The shrikes also were about, flying from tree to tree, fighting over pieces of meat. ‘Then the jays came for their share, and even a red squirrel was attracted to the feast. At five o’clock in the afternoon it stopped raining and nine ewes and lambs were seen feeding on the opposite mountain, evidently a part of those which had been observed across the basin, now coming back to their original pastures. “Then a ewe and two lambs were seen feeding on the conical mountain near where Rungius had killed the cow caribou. ‘The lambs, on reaching a long bank of snow, began a game of butting, backing apart and rushing together again and again. Soon all dis- appeared over the top. It was then eight o’clock and growing colder. August 1.—The first day of August was bright, clear, and windy, with scattered clouds hovering here and there over the mountains. I decided to again climb the ridge behind our main camp, and walk east along the crest, 70 THE WILDERNESS, OF THE UPPER YUKON thus repeating my trip of a few days before, in the hope that some of the rams had returned. During the ascent the field-glasses revealed a good-sized ram, with several ewes and lambs just under the peak of the conical moun- tains. After feeding awhile they lay down close to the peak, and I started to walk along the crest, with the intention of stalking them when they began to feed later in the afternoon. When I reached the top of the spur and looked beyond, Rungius was seen coming on a stalk directly over the peak, well within range, but not in sight of the ram. The ewes below, apparently having seen him, had risen and were quite uneasy; they suddenly jumped and ran around the peak before he could get a shot. Osgood then appeared, standing farther along the crest, and after Rungius motioned to him, both soon disappeared over the top. I kept on to the top of the mountain, noticed that the caribou carcass had not been disturbed and also that the carcass of the first ram I had killed was still untouched except by ravens and eagles. Later I saw Rungius approaching along the crest and, hailing him, we soon met. He told me that soon after I had seen him, he and Osgood had observed five rams lying under a cliff, but the rams had seen them before they could shoot, and were running when they fired at a distance of four hundred yards, both emptying their magazines without result. Osgood had gone after them, and Rungius and I started back to the main camp, but were overtaken by a very heavy rainstorm and thor- oughly soaked. SEARCHING FOR RAMS 71 On the way we looked over some cliffs and could see lying on the talus below seven ewes and lambs, which we left undisturbed. Rungius soon afterward sep- arated from me to kill a ewe from a small band which he had seen in the morning nearer camp, in order to replenish our stock of meat. I kept on, descending to the south basin, where a marmot was sitting up like a woodchuck near its burrow. ‘There were many marmot burrows in the bottom of this basin among coarse, broken rocks. I reached camp at g Pp. M. and Rungius came in soon after, having failed to find the ewes. Later, Osgood returned, bringing the head and scalp of a three-year- old ram. He had persistently followed them all day and finally made a successful stalk. He had shot as one was running, and thought that he had only wounded it as it disappeared in a hollow; and when one appeared on the other side he killed it. The next day, when he returned with Gage for the meat, he found the other ram dead in the hollow, a three-year-old, the one that he had fired at first. His persistent stalk on difficult ground deserves much credit. Apparently those rams were from the band which I had first seen. For several days I had tramped many miles and had climbed high mountains in search of rams, and was some- what doubtful of finding other big rams before we must depart; hence, the next day, I decided to hunt the ranges east of Coal Creek, below the forks. CHAPTER IV THE FINAL STALK—1904 August 2.—We rose late, to find the sun brightly shining. Rungius soon started to look at his caribou carcass; Osgood and Gage went to get the meat of Os- good’s ram. I stood near the fire for a few moments after they had left, and was gazing at the high mountains three miles or more distant, east of the north branch of Coal Creek, where I intended to hunt, when I saw up near the top what appeared to be sheep—whitish spots against the dark background of the slope. My glasses showed six sheep, not clearly visible, but looking like rams. It was a little after mid-day, and in five minutes I had started down the creek flushing ptarmigan and disturbing ground-squirrels on the way, while red spruce squirrels scampered and frisked about. After passing rapidly along the well-beaten moose trail until near the forks, I again looked through the glasses. Yes, they were rams, nine in all, apparently, with fair horns, and the horns of one, which was feeding to the right a short distance from the others, seemed to be particularly large. They were on the west face of a high, rugged mountain, about a mile broad, with very steep, green slopes extending 72 OOD AND RUNGIUS. Osc “ ” UGGED MOUNTAIN, > NX ST FACE OF A HIGH J} ON THE WI RE cY WE THE AUGUST 2. THE FINAL STALK 73 from the creek directly up to near the crest, ending against shagged precipices, pinnacled above by high peaks of limestone and iron-stained rock which, under the sunlight, displayed a wonderful harmony of colors—red, black, and white. The slope was furrowed by three ravines, and through the bottom of each fell brooks, dashing and leaping over the rocks of the sharp decline. From a dis- tance these ravines looked like deep concave depres- sions, giving a wavy appearance to the broad mountain face. Three of the rams, including the one with big horns, were feeding in the middle ravine; the other six were standing on the edge of the next one, which was so pre- cipitous that it was more like a deep canon on the moun- tain side. In studying an approach, it appeared to be quite possible to climb out of sight in the ravine to the right, but should the rams in the meanwhile feed in that direction, they would surely see me. Though it required more time, I decided to pass clear around the mountain, and by winding up the south-east side come in sight above them, thus avoiding any possibility of their seeing me unless they should go back over the crest, which for the next few hours was unlikely. I waded the creek, circled, and began the ascent through the timber, where were rabbits and spruce grouse, not observed nearer to the divide. Coming out on the south side and circling upward, I not only found it very steep, but it was extremely difficult to force my way through the dense growth of dwarf birch which covered the lower slopes of the south exposure. But gradually ga. THE WILDERNESS (OF OTHE UPPER. YuUROM winding upward I reached a point high above the sheep, where the ground was so rough and steep that it was difficult to work among the crags and rocks to the part of the crest that I had marked from below as directly above the sheep. The slope now became so dangerous that it was necessary to sling my rifle on my back, so that I could use both hands. At length, I stood at the marked point, just below the crest, and paused awhile to rest and recover my breath after the exertion of the climb. After a few moments I slowly crawled forward and looked over. A hundred and fifty yards below me was the large ram, lying down near the edge of the second ravine, and a little to the left below it the heads of two smaller ones were just visible. The wind was fresh and fairly strong, blowing directly from me to them. As no other sheep were in sight I concluded that the rest were below in the ravine. ‘The ram was peacefully look- ing down on that wondrous landscape, without suspicion of danger from above. Sitting with elbows squarely on my knees, I fired at the centre of its body. I heard the bullet strike him before he rose with a jump and stepped forward, quickly passing out of sight over the edge of the ravine. [he two smaller rams sprang to a standing posi- tion, and looked sideways and down, apparently not much alarmed. None of the others appeared while I remained stretched at full length, motionless, for ten minutes. The big ram then suddenly staggered in sight again on the edge of the ravine and I aimed, fired, and the bullet struck him in such a way that I was confident he had THE FINAL STALK 75 been killed as he dropped back into the cafion. The two small rams slowly followed him. Then as quickly and as noiselessly as possible, I walked two hundred yards to the right, just below and parallel with the crest, to a point where I could look down in the cafion. Seventy-five yards away on the opposite side and a little below were eight rams closely bunched, all nervously looking down. They had heard the noise of the old ram falling and were looking in that direction. ‘They had not determined the direction of the danger. I quickly selected the one with the largest horns and off-hand shot him through the heart. The rest jumped and ran a hundred yards downward, and rushed up the broken surface to the edge of the cafion directly below me, where all stopped and looked about in excitement, not yet having seen me. Selecting the one with the next largest horns I sent a bullet through his heart, and he dropped in histracks. The others scattered, ran about a little, and stood again, still not having seen me. Selecting the grayest I shot him through the middle of the body. He ran down the cafion slope near the second dead ram, and stood a moment until another shot killed him. The rest, three of which had good horns, bunched, ran a few yards, and again stood and looked up, for the first time seeing me. In alert attitudes they gazed at me for several seconds until I moved, then all dashed across the slope and dis- appeared through the ravine, again coming in sight for a moment before they rushed around to the other side of the mountain. I went quickly down to the third 76 “THE WILDERNESS) OF THE UPPER YUKON ram on the edge of the cafion and sat down to smoke my pipe. After the excitement of the hunt the vast panorama of mountains About me never seemed so beautiful. Di- rectly below were the bare, steep slopes extending to the timber which bordered the creek. Beyond, lay the valley of the west fork, fringed green by the spruces, while the waters of the creek were shining and glistening in the rays of the setting sun, which tinted with gold the heavy clouds on the horizon. The lofty mountain be- hind camp stood out boldly, its high-turreted rocks and rough peaks forming fantastic shapes against the sky- line, and at its base our camp fire burned brightly. Behind, stretching far away, were the bewildering masses of the main Ogilvie ranges, the varied rocks blending their colors and fading like a wavy ocean merging into the soft, dull blue of the sky beyond. A large ram lay at my feet; below in the canon was another; above on opposite sides of the leaping stream two more—my final success. Still with me is the vivid memory of those wild sheep rushing across the rocky slope in that wonderful landscape. After photographing the dead ram near me I began to take off the skin of his head and neck. The clouds gathered fast and it soon began to rain. After cutting off the head I carried it with the skin down into the cafion and then went up to the third ram killed, which was very gray, and was selected to represent the “‘ Fannin” type for the collection of the Biological Survey. After photographing him I gralloched him and left him for ‘Hg DROPPED IN HIS TRACKS,’’ AUGUST 2. “SELECTING THE GRAYEST, I SHOT HIM THROUGH THE MIDDLE OF THE BODY,’’ AUGUST 2. “T QUICKLY SELECTED THE ONE WITH THE ‘“‘\ FINE OLD VETERAN OF THE CRAGS AND LARGEST HORNS AND OFFHAND SHOT HIM PEAKS,’’? AUGUST 2. THROUGH THE HEART,’ AUGUST 2. ay ae THE FINAL STALK a7 Osgood to preserve. Then crossing the stream to the second ram killed, which had fallen on an exceedingly steep slope, I photographed him also and removed his skin and head. Both were carried to the ram below, the first one killed. Up to this time I had not been near him and the climax of the day came as I saw lying before me an enormous ram of grayish color, grizzled with age, his large, perfect horns sweeping upward in spirals ex- tending well above the eyes, a finer trophy than I had ever anticipated, an old veteran of the crags and peaks. It was raining heavily, the mountain crests were covered with clouds, and a dense fog was settling all around me. I tried several exposures for photographs, and measured the ram whose length was fifty-nine inches. In the rain and cold I finished skinning him at 10.30 p. M. The head was cut off and left in the skin. Thoroughly soaked, I rested for awhile and ate a couple of crackers. Far below in the distance the camp- fires could be seen glimmering through the fog, which soon became so dense that the darkness increased. The nights were now perceptibly darker, so much so that in this heavy fog I could not clearly see the ground. Tying the larger head and skin in my riicksack, also putting another on my back, and taking the third in my hand, I began the descent. The first hundred feet proved the impossibility of going on without lightening the load; so the smaller head and skin were left on a rock at the bot- tom of the cafion. Then another start was made with the remaining pack rearranged and with the rifle slung on my back. The descent was so steep and the canon 78 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER VYURON so dark that it was necessary to climb to the slope above and zigzag slowly downward. I was unable to see the surface of the ground and advanced slowly, feeling each step, falling several times, continually stopping to rest and rearrange the pack and the head. Gradually I worked down to timber-line where, though it was darker, the footing was smoother, and finally I reached the creek. It had required two and a half hours to make a descent of less than two miles. Fording and refording, now resting, now fixing the pack, I kept on in the rain. As daylight returned it became easier to travel and I reached camp at 4 A. M. A fire was soon started; some food and tea taken; then repose, and my pipe; after which strength returned and I slept. We had succeeded in the main object of the trip, which was to obtain good specimens of the sheep of that region. None were so dark as the so-called Fannin sheep, but some were good representatives of the white Dall sheep, except the color of the tails, which in all of them was black. Probably half the sheep in this locality faintly displayed the pattern of the Fannin sheep, but all were nearer the color of the other.* It is worth recording that all the sheep seen in the first band of rams had the widely spread type of horns; all in this second band had the narrow type. August 3-6.—The next three days were spent in camp, except that short trips were made by Rungius and Osgood to bring back the meat and remaining skins, to * See appendix for descriptions of the types; also see plate in Chapter XX. Photograph by W. H. Oszood. 3y permission of the U.S. Biological Survey BREAKING THE HUNTING CAMP. Photograph by Carl Rungius, TRAVELLING DOWN COAL CREEK. ” THE FINAL STALK 79 gather the traps and make local sketches. Rungius sketched the heads of my sheep in the flesh, after which I prepared them and spent the time arranging and drying them. The fourth day I went down the creek and up the branch that enters below the forks, on the chance of finding a bear, but saw nothing, and returned after an interesting tramp among the mountains. August 7 was spent in breaking camp, shoeing the horses, and making up the packs. Osgood had collected one hundred and ten specimens of small mammals and birds, besides the larger game. We slept for the last time in that delightful camp, and the next morning packed and started. ‘The return was rapid as compared with the trip up river. It was all down grade; we knew the route; the trail had been cut; the loads were lighter, only that of the caribou horns being bulky and awkward. There were numerous salmon in the river; bear tracks, those of the black bear only, were more plentiful, and a few fresh moose tracks were seen. On the afternoon of August 11 we reached the Yukon River. Long before leaving Coal Creek a steamer whistle re- minded us of civilization. Our exact travelling time from camp at the head of Coal Creek to the Yukon River, de- ducting all stops of over five minutes, was twenty-one hours and four minutes. We forded Coal Creek fifty- eight times. While in the hunting country it had rained eight days, but only twice did fog and rain prevent rea- sonable hunting. “Twenty-seven days were clear, and at no time was there a very strong wind. A steamer was being loaded with coal at the chutes, 80 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON but owing to their faulty construction three days were required to load a barge; therefore we were obliged to endure the delay. We boarded the steamer August 14, and the following afternoon arrived in Dawson, where everything was packed and sent to Washington. THE MacMILLAN RIVER $4) THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER’ YUKON August 21.—The necessary canoes were loaded on board, and shortly after noon, August 22, the little steamer, Emma Knot, started and was propelled slowly against the swift current, stopping at intervals to take on wood, until it was tied up to the bank atiop.m. It could not be navigated during the hours of darkness— then between 9.30 Pp. M. and 3 A.M. Before going into our canvas bunks, especially constructed one above the other, under a shelter of canvas on the stern deck, we witnessed a fine display of the Aurora. The weather was clear and continued like Indian summer as long as we remained on the steamer. August 22.—For the next two days the boat steamed against the current, tying up during the dark hours of the night, until shortly after noon on August 24th we reached Selkirk. There the other man whom I had en- gaged—Coghlan, by name—met us. A few provisions were purchased, our travelling clothes were left at the Police Post in Selkirk, and late in the afternoon we were all glad to leave the Yukon and enter the Pelly—a river rarely navigated by steamboats—where the boat could make better headway because of the slower current. The current of the Yukon at that season runs four and five miles an hour; that of the Pelly about three or less. We stopped seven miles up the river at the Pelly Road House —a large inn owned by the White Pass and Yukon Rail- way, at a division terminal on the winter stage route— and there took on two canoes kindly loaned us by A. B. Newell, vice-president of the railway. 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We had been assured that not more than five days would be required to reach the head of navigation on the Mac- Millan River, but were beginning to realize that it would take longer. August 25.—Starting the next morning and forcing our way against the current, we glided between high terraces which often shut out a sight of the rolling hills and low ridges farther back from the river. From its mouth to the MacMillan River, the Pelly, tortuous in its course, 1s from four hundred to eight hundred feet wide, and flows through a low country. It is closely bordered by low hills and ridges, and often flows between terraces, some of which rise far back from the river to heights of one hundred and fifty to two hundred feet. These, often lightly wooded, mostly with poplars, and clothed with grass, particularly on the southern exposures, present a very attractive appearance. Bluffs or high escarped banks are usually on one side or the other, and opposite them are wide gravel bars, fairly smooth, so that it is quite easy to tow a canoe up the river. The distance to the mouth of the MacMillan along the river is seventy- four miles and the current runs at the rate of two and one-half to three miles an hour. Here and there wide flats intervene between the river and the terraced hills. Now and then we frightened a flock of mergansers, and twice saw a graceful duck-hawk sailing by. The landscape was warmed by the poplars, then showing a 86 THE WILDERNESS OF .THE UPPER YUKON tinge of fall color. Numerous old game trails came to the river. These trails often extend along the banks and are used by Indians both in summer and fall. Several men were aboard, to be put off at a wood camp to cut fuel and assemble it into a raft which the boat on return- ing could tow to Dawson. Late in the afternoon we reached the camp and went ashore to wander about, eating luscious red cranberries and feeling the exhilara- tion of exercise in the warm cheery sunshine. At inter- vals along the river were groves of dry spruces close to the bank. Such groves provide the fuel for steamboats on all the northern rivers which are not navigated often enough by steam to encourage wood-choppers to locate wood camps along the banks to sell wood to passing steamers. Our men at once began to fell trees, and all of us assisted in loading them on the boat. From then on we were delayed from two to four hours each day thus to cut and load wood. After starting again some of us noticed an indifference on the part of the captain about continuing, and I must say a word about this Swedish captain, who was respon- sible for most of our troubles during the remainder of the time we were on the steamboat. He proved to be noth- ing but a deep-water sailor, who had somehow drifted into Dawson and become a conspicuous member of the Salvation Army, which for some time had been active there. He was bigoted, lacked every kind of courage and nerve, and, still worse, knew nothing about river navigation, as we soon afterward learned. He was al- ready beginning to doubt the possibility of navigating THE FORKS OF THE MacMILLAN RIVER = 87 much farther up the Pelly, giving as a reason ‘‘low water.” August 26.—Fog prevented the boat from starting until 6.30 the next morning and we reached the lower end of Granite Cafion at nine. This cafion, four miles long, is bordered with steep, rocky scarped banks, and cliffs from two hundred to two hundred and fifty feet in height. The river through the cafion is fairly wide and deep, though at low water there are several shallow rapids and numerous isolated rocks which it needs skil- ful steering to avoid. The captain uncertainly attempted to manage the boat, and just before entering the cafion put her into the sand-bank of a little island in midstream. Then backing her, while nobody knew what he was try- ing to do, he took her to the bank and tied her up, say- ing that if he attempted to go through he would lose her. It was evident that a stiff rapid just ahead had frightened him. Fortunately, our man Coghlan was an experienced river navigator, and, after going along the bank and look- ing at the water, he told us that it would not be difficult or dangerous to “‘rope” up through a part of the rapid to a point where the boat could steam against it. After two hours of discussion and persuasion, the captain was induced to make the attempt. All available ropes were then spliced to a length of over three hundred feet; we all gave a hand, pulled the line along the shore, and fastened it to a tree on the bank. After being pushed from shore, the boat was given a course, and, assisted by the steam-propelled revolutions of the winch, started 88 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON steaming against the dancing current. ‘The slack of the rope was not even taken up, its own weight adding enough pull to make up for the slight lack of power in the paddle-wheel, which did not have quite enough to propel the boat against the rapids. After two hundred feet the doubtful part was passed, the rope loosened, and we went through the rest of the canon without difficulty. Soon we saw in the distance the MacMillan range of mountains—the first imposing mountains seen since we had entered the Pelly—and at about five o’clock we steamed into the MacMillan River. The landscape changed and we realized with satisfaction that more than half of our journey had been completed. The MacMillan River was discovered in 1843 by Robert Campbell—a resolute pioneer of the Hudson Bay Company, to whom we owe the first exploration of that section of the northern wilderness. He named it in honor of Chief Factor MacMillan of the Hudson Bay Company. When Dr. George M. Dawson made his famous trip down the Pelly, in 1887, little was known about the river, only a few prospectors having ascended it for a short distance, without finding good prospects. The Klondike rush of 1897 and 1898 sent a large overflow of prospectors up the Pelly and MacMillan, and soon trappers established their trapping lines over the entire country of both rivers almost to their sources. But it was not until the summer of 1902 that it was explored and mapped, fortunately by those able and energetic men of the Canadian Geological Survey—R. G. McConnell and Joseph Keele. Its total length is about THE FORKS OF THE MacMILLAN RIVER 89 two hundred and eighty-five miles. A hundred and fifty miles up it forks into two well-defined branches. Its width is from three hundred to five hundred feet; its current sluggish, not exceeding three miles an hour in the lower reaches and usually less than that of the Pelly, while above it is more accelerated—from three to five miles in places- Its volume is not quite equal to that of the Pelly River, and its water is much more turgid. Up to the Forks it traverses a timbered valley from one to six miles wide, interspersed with swamps and meadows, and containing numerous small lakes. High clay banks are common along its course, and wide gravel bars occur in a manner similar to those along the Pelly. The character of the country is mountainous. The MacMillan ranges come close to the river on the north side, the peaks varying from three thousand to five thou- sand eight hundred feet above sea level. Continuing on the same side is the Kalzas range with Kalzas Peak six thousand one hundred feet high, close to the river. Farther up the river is Plateau Mountain, which continues in high ranges beyond the Forks to the western edge of the main Rockies, designated by McConnell as the Selwyn range. Opposite the MacMillan range, on the south side, are plateau-shaped masses nearly three thousand feet high, broken by wide valleys as far as Dromedary Moun- tain, where big, massive mountains continue irregularly up the South Fork to the Selwyn range. The river winds back and forth from one side of the valley to the other in a succession of curves. Surrounded by impressive mountain scenery, pro- 90 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON gressing with accelerated speed against a slower current, we steamed up the river for two hours, until the boat was tied to the bank for the purpose of cutting and load- ing wood. ‘The night came on, clear and cold, while the stars glittered through the trees. It was dark at nine o'clock. A large camp-fire was made, which spread warmth and geniality to all of us sitting about it. That night the thermometer went down to twenty degrees Fahrenheit. August 27.—An hour after starting, the captain, fail- ing to “‘read the water,” ran the bow into the mud well outside the channel. We pottered about in disgust for two hours before getting her off, as the usual tackle for such purposes had not been brought. The day was clear and calm. As we passed along the MacMillan range, the peaks and ridges of Dromedary Mountain were visible in the distance, and on the north the Kalzas range appeared, its highest summits close to the river. The scenery all day was like the Canadian wilderness with the added grandeur of imposing mountain ranges on both sides. In rounding the numerous curves, we reduced to half speed, so that the average distance was not gained on the day’s trip. A flock of geese was seen, and often, on the bars, tracks of moose and bears. It had become clear to all that the captain was not able to handle the boat. He kept failing to see the channel, even when it was perfectly clear to inexperi- enced eyes like my own, and, after running on another bar, he exclaimed that it was suicidal to attempt to navi- gate the river; and at Kalzas Creek, only thirty miles Photograph by W. H. Osgood. By permission of the U.S. Biological Survey. MacMILtan MOUNTAINS FROM THE MACMILLAN RIVER. Photograph by W. H. Osgood. By permission of the U. S. Biological Survey. ““THE PEAKS AND RIDGES OF DROMEDARY MOUNTAIN WERE VISIBLE IN THE DISTANCE.” THE FORKS OF THE MacMILLAN RIVER o1 up from the Pelly, announced that we must load our canoes and proceed as best we could. Before reaching there the boat had been tied to the bank to repair an auxiliary rudder, bent because of his bungling, and we were told to unload. Our destination was a hundred and eighty miles beyond, and to proceed that distance in canoes meant nothing less than the failure of the trip. Consternation rapidly developed into indignation. ‘Two hours were lost in discussion, and finally the boat pro- ceeded. Navigation was better until we tied up near the foot of Kalzas Mountain. August 28.—After an early start we proceeded all day without much trouble, notwithstanding the captain’s con- stant assertions as to the impossibility of advancing. Per- haps we covered a distance of fifty miles. While winding about between the high mountain ranges on both sides, we noticed much “‘beaver cutting,” and also numerous beaver houses, always situated at the edge of the banks of the river, in an eddy outside the current. Only three beavers, however, were seen during the day. From that part of the river up as far as I went on the North Fork, “‘beaver cutting”’ was plentiful wherever large balsam poplars grew on the banks. The beavers had felled many of these trees by gnawing around the butt until it assumed the shape of an hour-glass. It is a common notion that the beaver is so intelligent that it deliberately cuts the tree in such a way as to cause it to fall away from the bank. Many of the trees, however, had fallen in the direction of the river, and some over the bank. We cannot, therefore, graft on the marvellous instinct of the 92 THE: WILDERNESS/OF THE UPPER“ YUKON beaver an intelligence which enables it to reason out a method of felling trees which shall determine the direc- tion of their fall. The size of the trees thus felled varied from one to fifteen inches in diameter. The purpose of felling them is to gnaw off the branches and bring them to the houses for a supply of winter food. All winter they subsist on the bark. Houses of a circular shape, usually constructed against the bank near the fallen trees, consist of an irregular mass of sticks of different sizes, with sometimes a few small logs, and the whole chinked with earth. The green branches are packed about the houses and, undoubtedly, the beaver finds a way of reaching them in the winter. In suitable tributaries and small channels, where the river has cut a course around the land, the beavers make dams, which back up the water to form lakes, and there construct larger houses. When we were on the Mac- Millan the beavers existed there in a practically undis- turbed state, like that of beavers in early times in other parts of North America. Martens and lynxes were so abundant, and the fur of the former was so much more valuable that the trappers had not yet attempted the more difficult task of trapping the beavers. Fortunately but few Indians hunt on the MacMillan River. The lower part of the river is included in the hunting territory of the tribe at Lake Tatlaman. They are reduced to a few families. Beyond, as far as the Forks, the territory belongs to the Indians living at the mouth of the Little Salmon River, but they never come to the MacMillan except in winter, and then they seldom trap beavers. Photograph by W. H. Osgood. By permission of the U. S. Biological Survey. “BEAVER CUTTING”? ON BANK OF MACMILLAN RIVER. Photograph by W. H. Osgo« yd. By permission of the U. S. Biological Survey. BEAVER HOUSE IN EDDY OF MACMILLAN RIVER. . THE FORKS OF THE MacMILLAN RIVER 93 Indians prefer the easier work of shooting them when the water is open. They are very fond of their flesh and destroy them indifferently in summer and fall. Two years later beaver trapping had begun, and when Selous went up there he found the beavers diminished. In 1908 I saw MacMillan River trappers in Dawson who told me that all had been trapped, which means that not enough were left to make it pay to trap them. Everywhere in the upper reaches of the river we con- stantly saw beavers, both swimming in the water and on the banks. As a warning that certain actions of animals must not be interpreted too quickly, Selous has men- tioned the resounding slap of the tail which the beaver makes when it dives. ‘This has often been called a warn- ing signal. He mentions two cases of beavers sitting on the bank, which were not alarmed by the slap of the tails of others, even when sounded close by. On the North Fork I myself twice saw beavers dive when I was con- cealed in the alders near the bank, so that they were wholly unsuspicious. In both cases their tails slapped the water. Some other interpretation of the habit must be attempted—perhaps it is caused by a muscular con- traction to assist in sudden diving. Besides the beavers no animals except red squirrels— always abundant in the woods—had been seen since leaving Dawson. ‘The variety of birds observed on the the whole trip was small. Only the delightful weather, the wild aspect of the country, the rugged mountain scenery, and the approach to the hunting country, offset the tediousness of being cooped up on a small steamer 94° THE WILDERNESS* OF THE UPPER YURON day after day, while our patience was tested by doubts as to the ability and disposition of the captain to take the boat up to within a reasonable distance of the Forks. August 29.—We were awakened by the boat striking hard on a bar, and J heard the captain exclaim that he would not go on. After two hours, we worked it off and proceeded all day until we tied up opposite Plateau Mountain. While gazing at the crest through my field- glasses I saw seven or eight caribou feeding near the top and gradually moving over to the other side. August 30.—In the morning, just before starting, I saw a single caribou walking along the crest of Plateau Mountain, and we watched it for some time until it was lost to view. This sight of game had encouraged us, as all day we steamed on, making slow progress against more frequent riffles and around sharper curves, until seven o'clock, when the captain ran the boat hard on a bar and it was decided to remain there until morning. Drift- wood was abundant and a huge fire was made, so that by its light we could see well enough to cut wood and carry it on the boat. August 31.—After pulling the boat off the bar she again went hard aground, a hundred yards farther on, owing to the usual stupidity of the captain, whose com- plaints were becoming so intolerable that we were almost ready to take to our canoes. After working three hours to make it free, we steamed on again, stopping to pick up a beaver which the half-breed, Louis, had killed the night before. Its tail—considered by many, especially Indians, as a great delicacy—was cooked and served, but THE FORKS OF THE MacMILLAN RIVER 95 it proved too rich and oily for our palates. At noon we came to a bend where a log in a drift jam projected out part way in the channel, and although we sent out men who quickly cut it, the captain positively refused to go on; nor were we loath to leave the boat. We unloaded canoes and supplies in the rain, made a rough camp, when Selous, Rungius, and Osgood started off, each tramping in different directions, and returned later with- out having seen any game or even signs of any. Thus ended a steamboat trip up one of the sub-arctic rivers of the north-west—a typical trip on the small boats of that country, irresponsibly manned, as they usually are when attempting to navigate new rivers. What a relief later, after a repast of biscuit, tea, and bacon, to sit before a large camp-fire and feel the freedom and liberty of the wilderness! ‘The party was too large to successfully hunt from one camp, so Selous and I planned to go up the North Fork, taking Louis and Coghlan; Rungius and Osgood decided to go with Gage up Russell Creek to the Russell Mountains, while the others were attracted by the country up the South Fork. September 1.—The next morning all canoes were loaded and we started. Poling, towing, paddling back and forth across the river, we slowly worked up against the current, and at noon reached Russell Creek, where Rungius and Osgood remained to go twelve miles farther up it to the mountain ranges. Two years before, gold had been discovered on Russell Creek and a concession was obtained and sold to an English company. A young Englishman named Arm- 96 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON strong had been up there all summer with a force of men for the purpose of prospecting it. We met the whole party at the mouth of the creek, where they were constructing boats to take them down river. It was most fortunate for me, since I was able to secure from them a supply of sugar, which by some oversight I had failed to bring. Wishing luck to Rungius and Osgood, the rest of us soon started and late in the afternoon reached the Forks. ‘There Selous and I separated from the others and started up North Fork. Taking canoes up this Fork, especially when the water is low, is a harrowing journey of persistent, hard work. CHAPTER: Vi UP THE NORTH FORK TO THE SELWYN ROCKIES—1904 Tue North Fork of the MacMillan varies in width from seventy-five to two hundred feet. The current races in numerous rapids around sharp curves, from five to eight miles an hour, often along wide bars, and the banks are full of driftwood, piled high in many places, causing great difficulty in taking canoes around it. This Fork resembles a mountain torrent more than the ordinary river of the territory. We were obliged to tow the canoes as far as we went, making use of paddles only for cross- ing, and poles only to go around driftwood. The coun- try on the right—between the Forks—consists of low, rolling ridges; on the left it rises gradually to the Russell Mountains, which were then white with snow that had fallen the night before. That snow did not melt again before the following spring. After going three miles we made camp in the spruce woods, where red squirrels were very abundant, chatter- ing on all sides. Selous took his rifle and wandered for a short distance up the river while I went back in the woods. We returned later, and sat before the fire, re- joicing to be separated from a crowd, so that we could realize a more genuine wilderness charm as we watched the sparks of the fire shooting up through the spruce trees, 97 98 THE WILDERNESS OF THE, UPPER YUKON and heard the splashing of the river as it raced around the banks and glided over its rocky bottom. September 2.—The next day we towed the boats, each of us doing a share of work indifferently with our men, until noon, when we stopped to make tea and eat lunch. With ropes over our shoulders, we took turns at the heavy pulling, walking on the bars, wading in the icy cold water, toiling around driftwood, crossing from one side of the river to the other, and continually straining to drag the boats up the riffles. It was very hard work and progress was slow. The river ran between ridges which were mostly covered with black spruce and pop- lars, though here and there white birches appeared. The poplars and birches, tinted with fall colors, bright- ened the wildness of the landscape. On the bars, numer- ous tracks of bears attested their annual feasting on salmon, all of which had died before our arrival. Moose tracks, most of them old, were also abundant. Not long after we had lunched, as Selous and I were hauling the canoes, Louis saw a cow moose and her calf well ahead on the other side of the river, and about to cross. Selous, who was ahead, quickly took his rifle from the canoe and crept forward, while we crouched to the ground. As they waded the river, he circled around some driftwood, waded a slough, and shot the cow just as she was about to enter the woods. She stag- gered back toward the river and fell dead in a slough. As he signalled that she had fallen, I ran forward to follow him. The calf, trotting about in perplexity, sud- denly saw him and coming directly toward him stopped ‘¢ AAANALdAS ‘ASOOW A1VO AHL GNV SNOTAS v) NORTH FORK TO THE SELWYN ROCKIES 99 to look at him, the hair on its foreshoulders erect and bristling. Running back, I took my kodak from the boat and returned in time to take a photograph, including both Selous and the calf, which was by that time trotting toward the woods. The wind was blowing directly from him to the calf. The others then came forward, and the moose was dragged up on the bank and dressed. Here was meat for the first time in several days, and we camped there to enjoy the feast. Selous taught me a new delicacy— the udder, which was cut out and boiled for several hours until soft and tender. The next morning it was sliced, rolled in flour, and fried. It proved to be delicious, the choicest morsel of the animal. The same is true, as I learned later, of the udders of sheep, caribou, and deer. While dressing the moose a small black gnat, slightly larger than the midge of Eastern Canada, swarmed about us and its bite was particularly annoying. The small gnats begin to be troublesome all over the northern country about the middle of August, after most of the mosquitoes are gone, and continue until well into Sep- tember. They usually are found close to running water, but are seldom seen above timber-line. We took our rifles and went out for the remainder of the day, Selous going up the bars, while I went back on the ridges between the Forks. I followed a brook through dense spruces, swamps, and deep sphagnum moss, to the top of a ridge. High up on these ridges I found well- beaten moose trails, usually running parallel with the river; in some places they were worn three or four feet too) THE WILDERNESS (OF THE UPPER YUROn through the moss and soft ground to the roots of the spruce trees. These trails are well-defined routes of moose travel, and though intersected by others which are less deeply worn, they parallel all the rivers and often the smaller streams. The country was completely cov- ered with timber and very broken, the slopes of the ridges often very steep; and numerous brooks rising from springs or small lakes farther back fell through small cahons. There was little sign of game outside of the moose trails; birds were very scarce, but rabbits and red squirrels abundant. Such is the character of the coun- try between the forks until well up the river near the mountain ranges. Returning I found a cheerful camp-fire, and after gorging with meat, we chatted awhile before sleeping. Suddenly, a short wailing cry sounded from the dark woods not far distant. It was made by the calf, and we both felt glad that it was old enough to take care of itself, after the loss of its mother. We did not hear it again, and slept in the cold, crisp air under the shining stars. September 3.—The next day was one of continuous towing in shallow water against a swifter current; the driftwood increasing; the river curving more frequently. At one point, near a high escarped bank, where the river bends sharply to the south, we found a large beaver dam, constructed across the mouth of a creek-channel, made by the escape of a small volume of water around a bar some distance above. Behind it were acres of water flooding willows, alders, and poplars, and not far back a family of beavers occupied a large house in three or NORTH FORK TO THE SELWYN ROCKIES tor four feet of water, surrounded by high poplars and wil- lows. Selous and I waded to it and after examining it with interest I took some photographs of it. We made camp late in the afternoon near a flat swamp covered with willows, alders, dwarf birch, and strewn with burnt timber. After tramping about in it, Selous returned and reported more fresh moose signs than we had seen at any point along the river. Here we first had a glimpse of the Selwyn range of mountains, rising ahead in majestic peaks and offering encouragement for a better game country. As we were sitting about the fire fifty feet away from the bank, in a dense thicket of woods, Louis suddenly heard a bull moose walking on a bar on the opposite side of the river. It was several degrees below frost and Selous, though without trousers or shoes, took his rifle and followed by Louis and myself picked his way in the dark through the thick, tangled woods to the bank of the river. But the moose had entered the poplars and Louis in vain tried to entice it out by calling with a birch-bark horn. September 4.—In the morning a cold, stiff head-wind chilled us and continued all day, as we plodded on under conditions constantly becoming more difficult; and we were disappointed not to see the mountains ahead, which were covered with clouds. We finally arrived at Barr Creek, where two trappers, Jack Barr and Crosby, had been trapping the previous winter. We had seen a flock of mergansers that day—the first ducks observed on the North branch. Few birds of any kind had been noticed, 1o2 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON except an occasional hawk floating through the air or sit- ting on a dead tree. We pitched camp in a delightful spot in heavy spruce woods, and Selous, as usual, went up the river to prospect for game. I had each day set out traps for small mam- mals, but without success. In front of camp, across the river, were wide bars covered with willows, poplars, and alders, all glowing with a rich fall color. ‘The river, swift and deep, fairly roared as it swirled around a huge pile of driftwood and beat against the banks. September 5.—It was snowing when we started; the wind continued, and it was freezing in the afternoon, but the travelling was a little better because of more bars and less driftwood. It was gloomy work; all the hills and ridges covered with thick clouds so we could see nothing of the country ahead. At three in the after- noon, when I came around a curve while Selous was a few hundred yards ahead, I saw a large black bear, feeding high on the slope of a ridge which extended paral- lel with the river. Attracting Selous’s attention I has- tened forward and urged him to go after it since he had never before seen a wild bear in the wilderness. Coghlan, Louis, and I tied the canoes to the bank, and watched the stalk, all of which could be plainly seen from where we stood on the bank of the river. On the slopes of the ridge were many clear areas, which had been given a reddish appearance by dwarf birch and huckleberry bushes, then colored by the frost. It was in one of these clear spaces that the bear was feeding. At intervals, between them, strips of dense timber and undergrowth, NORTH FORK TO THE SELWYN ROCKIES 103 several hundred feet wide, extended down to the river. Selous started upward in a circle, and soon we saw him climbing the ridge in one of the clearings, where there was but one strip of timber between him and the bear, which continued to feed, gradually approaching the tim- ber. Having marked well the spot where he had last seen the bear, he arrived at a point exactly opposite it and started directly toward the timber. His approach was then against the wind and he cautiously and slowly went forward. Through my glasses, I could plainly see the bear as it approached the woods, directly in line with Selous’s advance, its glossy black coat reflecting the sun- light, which at times caused it to appear very large. Both Selous and the bear entered the timber at the same time, apparently approaching directly toward each other, and momentarily I expected to hear a shot. Soon we saw Selous emerge a little above where the bear had entered, and proceed with caution, carefully looking about. We knew that he had not seen the bear. After- ward, I learned that the timber was filled with small spruces, alders, and dwarf birch, so he could see only a few feet in any direction. But he must have gone through noiselessly and with skill, passing the bear within a hundred feet or so, for shortly after he appeared, the bear came out a little below the point where Selous had entered the timber, and continued travelling in the oppo- site direction, still feeding, and wholly unconscious of its lucky escape. It fed along indifferently until it reached the trail which Selous had made when ascending. Then it suddenly threw up its head, gave a great jump, and tog THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPEER WURGH running with speed down the ridge disappeared in the timber. Once before, in Mexico, I had seen a similar action on the part of a grizzly bear when it crossed the fresh trail of a man, and it was extremely interesting thus to witness a second case. Selous, still looking for the bear, had passed out of sight along the ridge. When the bear began to run, I immediately crossed the river, and, in my efforts to hurry in the direction it had taken, almost bogged myself in a slough. I could not find a trace of it and returned. Selous came in later, after we had made camp, thoroughly perplexed at not having seen the bear at all. Though an excellent stalk was frustrated by such bad luck, the sight of game was stimu- lating and made us eager to advance, particularly since our goal was then not very far ahead. September 6.—We had undertaken to go up the North Branch without any knowledge of the country, so it was necessary for us to explore for a goood place to find game. The next day was the most trying one of our trip up the North Branch It was cold, cloudy, windy, and wintry. ‘The river was narrower and more tortuous; its banks were continually lined with driftwood and bor- dered by ice; the current was swifter, and often the water was so shallow that we had difficulty in towing the canoes without unloading them. Until late in the afternoon we worked while hands, legs, and feet were numb with cold. At a point where the river bends to the north and finds its course between high mountain ranges, not far below Husky Dog Creek, we decided to stop and make a recon- naissance with a view to locating a camp at timber-line, SELOUS TOWING THE CANOE, SEPTEMBER 6, MaAcMILLAN AVER LAKE OF A BE IN RIVER, SEPTEMBER AVER HOUSE LARGE BE oO " NORTH FORK TO THE SELWYN ROCKIES 105 high on the ranges to the south. It was so misty that we could not see the mountains, and soon snow began to fall and continued more or less all night. It was dark At 7.30: September 7.—In the morning three or four inches of snow covered the ground, and snow continued to fall at intervals all day. Selous soon started to investigate moose signs on the flats, while I directed my course toward the mountains, hoping to find a good place near timber-line to make a camp, and also a good route up the slopes, since we were obliged to carry our equipment and provisions on our backs. South of the river, a hundred feet from the bank, is a terrace thirty or forty feet high which extends north, parallel with the river for many miles. The country behind it, both flat and rolling, extends two miles to the foot of the mountains. ‘This broad, level country, all burnt over, was covered with moss, brush, huckleberry bushes, and cranberries, and strewn with tangled logs. Swampy in places, it is dotted with small lakes, and the standing burnt trees scattered through it give an aspect of grim desolation. Old moose tracks were everywhere, and well-cut trails parallel with the river were frequent. While passing through it I saw several flocks of migrating robins, a grouse, some hawk owls, and many Alaska jays and red squirrels. But no other animals were observed during the rest of the day, and the fresh snow disclosed no tracks of any kind, except those of red squirrels. I climbed the lower ridges, ascended the mountains to timber-line, and followed along the side of a deep ravine, 106 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON through which a fair-sized brook, cutting in some places deep cafions, came down from a rather broad valley, between high, rough mountains. This valley, gently rising, was enclosed in an amphitheatre of rugged moun- tains, rising abruptly to high peaks and jagged crests glistening in the snow. All through the northern coun- try such places are called draws, signifying, I think, a suitable conformation of the land to “‘draw” the water from the adjacent mountain slopes. At the heads of each of these draws above timber, there is usually an area, level or gently sloping, covered with dwarf birch, willow, and alder, all extending well up the adjacent slopes. The ground is boggy, and the abundant willow growth provides the favorite food of the moose in fall and winter. Everywhere at the head of a draw old moose tracks were so abundant that the place looked like a cow pasture, and as many tracks were observed among the willows of the higher slopes as in the area below. A well-defined moose trail always runs on each side of the creeks which flow from the draws, and the trail often leads over low saddles between the ranges to the head of another draw. I chose a place for a camp close to the brook, near the end of timber, in a location suitable for climbing the mountains on either side. The mountains were then so covered with mist that I could not use my field-glasses to find likely places for sheep. On returning I learned that Selous had seen no fresh signs of any kind. Our limited time, the difficulty of climbing the mountains cov- ered with light snow, our ignorance of the country, and NORTH FORK TO THE SELWYN ROCKIES 107 the lack of game seen up to that time, did not look en- couraging; and since the snow continued to fall, we felt some anxiety as to the ultimate success of our trip. September 8.—Snow was falling when we rose, but it was a wet snow and not likely to continue all day; we therefore decided to start. A cache was made by sus- pending some poles about ten feet up between trees, and on it were placed the provisions and materials we could not carry. ‘These caches are always necessary, as other- wise provisions might be taken by bears, wolverines, or wolves. Packs were made up and, putting them on our backs, we started about noon, crossed the flat, and while climbing the ridges were soaked to the skin from the wet snow suspended on the brush. This caused us to become chilled as we toiled upward with aching backs through deep snow and thick undergrowth. The mountains, coy- ered with mist, could not be seen. Late in the afternoon, as we were walking on the slope near the upper flat of the draw, Louis, who was ahead, saw a bull moose feed- ing in the willow brush some seven or eight hundred yards below, near the brook. Selous, who was following Louis, immediately started to find an approach to it, and con- cealed as we were behind some low spruces, we had the pleasure of watching the whole stalk. For a few moments I watched the moose as he was standing and feeding, but as I turned my head to note Selous’s course, the bull apparently disappeared, and Louis whispered that he had lain down. I looked carefully through my field-glasses, but he blended so perfectly with the willows and alders that he was not visible. Finally, 108 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER* YUKON as he moved his head, I could make out the tops of his horns, then hardly distinguishable from the brush _ be- cause of the strips of velvet still hanging on them. We waited with keen interest for Selous to come in sight. He had started in a circular course to approach the moose against the wind, which was blowing up the brook. He finally appeared and began to approach with the utmost caution, advancing in a straight line toward the exact spot where the moose was resting. Selous was too experienced to have neglected to mark a tall tree near which the moose was standing when he started, so that he could find the place after circling through the woods. Finally, coming nearer, he advanced step by step to within thirty feet and stood looking. Louis whispered: ““Now you see moose jump and run!”” But I saw Selous approach a few steps, bend forward, put up his rifle and fire. He immediately shouted, and knowing the moose was dead we hurried to the spot. Selous had suspected that the moose was lying down, and at last had seen the tips of its horns. A step or two nearer brought the head and neck of the unsuspecting bull in sight, and the bullet was delivered at the base of the brain. It was a large old bull, with broad, flat horns, well palmated, spreading fifty-seven inches—an unusually fine trophy. That was our introduction to a camp soon made near the carcass. We had brought only a large piece of can- vas, and when poles had been cut and inclined against a cross-pole, it was thrown over them. Spruce bows were strewn beneath it and the shelter was complete. A big fire was started; the packs were opened; their con- “WE ENDURED IT SITTING UNDER THE SHELTER,’ ) SEPTEMBER 14. " ye NORTH FORK) TO’ THE SELWYN ROCKIES » 109 tents arranged in order under the shelter, and after feast- ing on fresh meat we sat in front of the fire that night feeling more cheerful than at any time since leaving Dawson. We were at last camped high up among the mountains, a fine trophy was in our possession, and we slept soundly after enjoying the dim picture of the rugged mountain in front, its peak, viewed through the spark-spangled smoke of the fire, towering high above like a huge white spectre. The mercury responded to the higher elevation by descending to sixteen degrees Fahrenheit above zero, the lowest recorded up to that time. September 9.—It was snowing the next morning, but cleared soon after I started to climb the ridge north of camp and ascend the high mountains beyond. Selous remained in camp to prepare his trophy. The snow on the low sprucesand dwarf birches gave a true wintry aspect to the landscape. Up to that time I had not convinced myself that leather moccasins were a failure for walking in the snow, but during the ascent of a steep slope, covered with five inches of snow, I soon realized it. Slipping and often falling, it was next to impossible to climb, but finally I reached the top. The sky was perfectly clear and for the first time I beheld the landscape of the Selwyn ranges. They are entirely different from the Ogilvie Rockies. Instead of a series of parallel ranges, the Selwyns consist of irregular groups of mountains, often isolated by wide val- leys, the summits from six to eight thousand feet above sea level. The sculpturing of the granite is bold, rugged, and massive, the shattered pinnacled crests forming an 110 THE WILDERNESS OF .THE UPPER: YUKON imposing sky-line. ‘Timber-line is between three and four thousand feet above sea level. Looking below over the vast area of burnt ground, wild and desolate, I could see the river continually curving in its course. Beyond it were two high mountain ranges which did not obstruct a view of the sharp peaks and broken crests of the Russell Mountains. ‘Toward the south-west were the lower ridges and timbered country, including the area between the Forks; and directly south were valleys and woods, extending several miles to a lofty plateau-shaped mountain, its broad dome deceiving the eye as to its altitude. Looking up the river, the vision was lost in a horizon of mountains and peaks, some misty and dim, others glittering in the paths of sunlight where- ever it broke through the clouds. The valley above camp was characteristic—a broad area surrounded by an am- phitheatre of the highest peaks, rising above shaggy crests and often above vast precipices. Below the highest peak, almost suspended at the foot of a great cliff high on the mountain-side, the protruding slope held a beau- tiful little lake covered with clear, silvery ice, which re- flected the crags and peaks above it. A little farther on, along the same range, but still higher up, was another lake set in almost perpendicular walls of granite, which surrounded it on three sides. The whole country was covered with snow and seemed bleak and inhospitable. As I looked over the small lake a golden eagle was soaring along the cliffs, rising now and then to the crest, and, after circling over the peaks, again descended until it floated across the valley to the higher summits beyond. ce SELWYN ROCKIES, SEPTEMBER 18. NORTH FORK TO THE SELWYN ROCKIES 111 Here and there I heard the whistling chatter of a ground- squirrel still defying the snow and cold before retiring into its hole to sleep. JI wandered about the mountain top and along the crest, hopelessly unable to make much progress because of my slippery moccasins, without seeing tracks or signs of sheep, and at times, when the sun shone through the clouds and mist, almost blinded by the glare of the fresh snow. I returned to camp at dark, somewhat discouraged by the difficulty of ranging over mountains covered with light snow which was not deep enough to provide a foothold. Besides, many of the slopes were so icy that in any case much distance could not be covered in the short hours of daylight. CHAPTER Vil SEARCHING FOR SHEEP—1904 September 10.—The thermometer again went to six- teen degrees during the night, and the next day was cloudy, with an occasional patch of blue sky, but there was a strong wind all the afternoon. Selous went to the mountains on the south; the men to the river to bring back some provisions; and I over the north ridges to investigate the mountains beyond. I wore shoes of rubber with leather uppers, similar to those used by lumbermen in the forests of the North. In wet snow the uppers would soak through and the feet would soon become wet, but though far from good foot-gear for climbing, they were not so slippery as the moccasins. Soon after going over the ridge I saw _bear-tracks leading down into the timber, and followed them for some distance until convinced they had been made several hours before. Then, abandoning the trail, I climbed the face of the mountain and proceeded along the slope. ‘The tracks of a cow and calf moose soon appeared, showing that they had travelled a short distance outside of the timber to feed on the willows. Crossing a small draw, I climbed to the top of a high smooth mountain, on the left of which was the head of a magnificent elevated draw II2 SEARCHING FOR SHEEP 113 extending some two or three miles in level, swampy mead- ows dotted with miniature lakes. The tracks of a ewe and lamb appeared on the top of the mountain and I followed them along the crest. While walking I flushed a large flock of ptarmigan already pure white. The trail led down a slope so precipitous that I could not descend. Several more flocks of ptarmigan were seen flying about the rocks near the crests; a few ground-squirrels were running about, and an eagle was soaring back and forth against the background of snow on the range immediately to the east. Below, about a hundred yards above timber, I saw the tracks of a band of ten or twelve sheep which had come from the north. All along the trail they had scattered to browse among the willows, and numerous bare spots indicated that they had pawed away the snow to get at grass and weeds. After searching, a difficult descent was found, and ac- complishing it, I followed the trail until too late to pro- ceed further. Returning to camp, which was reached shortly after dark, I heard the cheering news that Selous had killed two caribou, one a large bull with fine antlers, and had seen a cow near them. But what was still more interesting, he had seen a small band of ewe sheep which appeared very wild, and among them had observed two ewes, as white as those of the Ogilvie Rockies, each having two lambs, three of which were white, the fourth as dark as Ours stone! The men had returned and reported having seen a small brown bear—undoubtedly the brown phase of the black bear. 114 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON September 11.—The night was warmer and the next day was fairly clear. Selous went with the men to get his heads, and I returned to the sheep tracks of the day before, about four miles distant from camp. They finally crossed the draw into the timber and through my glasses I could see the spoor leading up the ridges beyond—too far to hunt for them and return to camp that day. I then climbed a mountain to the east, and walked through the snow-drifts along the crest, among scattering flocks of ptarmigan, until noon, when I seated myself to take a bit of lunch and also to scan through my field-glasses the new country toward the north. Within an hour, when looking through the glasses across a small basin to some ridges beyond, a white ewe appeared, accompanied by a black lamb. By white I mean that its appearance was as white as that of the sheep of the Kenai Peninsula, though an inspection of its skin would have revealed dark hairs scattered through it. The lamb appeared black, but the color was nearly that of Ours stoner. They descended with the greatest caution, stopping every few feet to look about, and particularly to gaze into the basin below. A very steep slope in front of me fell to a low ridge, and though in plain sight, I carefully slid by degrees to the foot of the slope, stopping motionless every time the ewe looked up, for she had reached the basin and while browsing among the willows, kept watching above as well as in other directions. Proceeding along the ridge to the edge of the basin I hid behind a willow bush about five hundred feet above the ewe, and watched them for a SEARCHING FOR SHEEP 115 long time. They soon fed toward me and came within a hundred yards, when I carefully noted the colors. I have never ceased regretting that I did not kill and preserve them for science. In half an hour, stones were heard falling from the slope above and two more ewes appeared, descending, both of a whitish appearance like the darker ones near Coal Creek. All continued to browse on willows and scratch away the snow to reach feed on the ground. Among the willows and bare patches of ground, their color blended so perfectly with their surroundings, that often, after glancing away from them for a moment, it was difficult to see them again. After awhile they began to return slowly up the slope, continuing to feed until finally I noticed the two single ewes standing motionless for a long time, directing a steady gaze to the north. Looking in that direction, I saw, about half a mile distant, a cow moose and her calf, feeding among the wil- lows on a ridge the other side of a small draw; they were gradually advancing in my direction. ‘There in the snow fields, under towering peaks and rugged mountains, while sheep were feeding close by on the broken slopes, I had my first sight of moose above timber-line in the northern wilderness. The cow, between pauses to browse on willows, continued walking without looking up or show- ing the least suspicion of enemies, presenting a significant contrast to the alert, watchful sheep. When the moose had passed out of sight near the foot of the ridge, I began to walk slowly toward that part of the slope where they were apt to ascend. When I was within one hundred m6 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YURON feet of the edge, they appeared, and, instantly seeing me, stopped to gaze at me. My kodak was ready, and after a snapshot was taken I began slowly to approach them. ‘The wind was blow- ing at right angles and evidently carried my scent past them. As I came to within forty or fifty feet, the cow appeared to resent my nearer approach, inclined her ears back, made a slight motion of the lips, and stood in such an attitude of warning that I thought she might possibly charge me. The calf, assuming an attitude of readiness for instant flight, was standing nearer the edge of the slope, its head turned away from me. After taking a nearer snapshot, I determined to walk slowly in a circle for the purpose of testing the effect of coming in the wind, which would give them my scent. Gradually I circled around to the right, and suddenly, as a breeze caught me in the right position, the cow jumped as if receiving an electric shock, and, followed by the calf, went trotting down the slope, to disappear in the timber below. Never was the comparative effect of sight and scent better tested on a cow moose, and in a locality which human beings seldom frequent. While retracing my steps, I noticed that the sheep were not in sight, but when climbing the mountain I had descended, the ewe and black lamb suddenly appeared on the crest above, glanced down at me for a moment and then ran off. It was very cold and blowing hard before I reached camp, some time after dark, to learn that Selous had followed tracks of both sheep and caribou without seeing the animals. His sympathy was comforting in our “THE COW APPEARED TO RESENT MY NEARER APPROACH,” SEPTEMBER ITI. 4 Sars F, ! (br Sal = : Fi ea q . - 7 I i ‘ : ME: ® & 3 SEARCHING FOR SHEEP 117 common annoyance because of the snow, which, though it glistened in the sun and spread a sparkling white man- tle over the country, adding beauty to the landscape, made the mountain hunting most difficult and discouraging. September 12.—Again I was in quest of rams, and started early for the mountains at the head of the draw. A heavy snow blizzard soon developed and continued at intervals all day. For three miles I tramped through the timber, then to the head, above which, in all directions, numerous marmots were whistling among the broken rocks. I climbed on the crest and after a brief glimpse of the top, the snow beat down so hard that I could see but a few yards, and was obliged to return, reaching camp at dark. I had seen old bear tracks in the timber, and had noticed old moose tracks everywhere on the moun- tain slopes as high as the willows grew, which in some places on the south exposures was nearly to the crest. Selous had occupied his day by following for several hours the tracks of a bull moose and two cows. ‘The tracks had led in a circle to his own trail made in the morning. As the moose crossed it, he read on the snow that they had broken into a trot, consequently he knew it was useless to continue following. September 13.—It rained and stormed all night and was warmer the next morning. I climbed the ridges back of camp, proceeded along the mountain slope, crossed the meadows and followed a well-worn sheep-trail to the top of the ridges beyond. Following the ridge against a strong wind, while it continued to snow and rain alter- nately, I found a bull moose’s trail made the night before 118 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON and leading to the timber on the other side. Continuing, I reached the next mountain, and ascended its peak after working my way upward among boulders and coarse, broken rock, the spaces between them filled with snow which caused many falls and bruises. Later, the snow ceased and the clouds began to rise so that I could look over on the slopes of a high, massive mountain still far- ther to the west,and separated from me by a deep valley. There, well up near the crest, I saw through my field- glasses, nine sheep, apparently ewes and lambs. The rain again began to fall, so, returning along the ridge and reaching the foot at dark, I struggled for three miles back to camp. Ptarmigan were very abundant on the mountains south of the meadows, and a flock of migrat- ing robins had passed over me. Selous had been out all day without seeing any game, and since we had exhausted the country within available walking distance from camp, we decided to move the next day near the meadows I had crossed in the morn- ing. Rain fell all night and still more all the next day. We endured it, sitting under the shelter. It grew colder the next night and the following day broke clear. September 15.—We made up our packs, climbed the ridge, and proceeded along the mountain-slope to the meadows. After crossing them, a camping site was found a hundred yards up a slope, in the timber near the sheep-trail which I had followed two days before. It rained at intervals as we were “‘packing” over to the new camping place, and it was snowing as we made it, but the snow soon ceased falling. SEARCHING FOR SHEEP 11g Selous went to make a reconnoissance of the ridges opposite the north end of the meadows, while I again took to the sheep-trail, intending to go over to the big mountain where I had seen sheep two days before. Three well- defined sheep-trails crossed the meadows and passed up through the timber on both sides of the draw. In the timber and for a considerable distance above, was a dense growth of dwarf birch mixed with willow and alder. The fact that these trails, seldom used by the sheep, were so well beaten that all the underbrush had been carefully cleaned from them, is evidence of their having been trodden for numerous generations. The dense growth of underbrush made walking through the timber most difficult and tiresome when off the sheep- trails. Passing north along the ridge and ascending the next mountain, I saw on top of a high ridge to the north-west two small lakes surrounded by narrow meadows, which from my position seemed almost suspended in the air. Through my field-glasses, a cow moose followed by two calves was seen feeding on the shore. I watched them for awhile as they browsed on the willows, when sud- denly a mist was blown on the mountains, rain began to fall, and it became so dark that I could see only a few feet below. The weather had again thwarted me, so turning back in mist, rain, and snow, I descended through the woods in the dark, fighting every step against the thick growth of spruce and underbrush, until camp was finally reached. Selous had seen a band of nine ewes on the mountain which I had approached, but not wishing 120 THE WILDERNESS ‘OF THE UPPER YUKON to disturb my ground he had tramped all the afternoon without seeing anything more. September 16.—It snowed about half an hour early the next morning as I was heading through the meadows directly for the north mountain, but all the rest of the day a strong wind blew from the north. Just before I arrived at the foot, I saw a single ewe and lamb, both white in appearance, following a sheep-trail high on the slope. This trail was so well beaten that it was clearly defined in the broken rock and visible at a long distance. They soon passed out of sight around the slope, and with very slow progress, zigzagging up through snow and over slippery rock, I gained the top of the mountain—a great dome-shaped snow-field glittering in the sun and almost blinding me. This mountain was the first one rising above the valley of the river where it bends to an easterly course— and a new landscape stretched before me. For the first time there was an unobstructed view to the north. Below, bordering the river, was the same desolate flat country all covered with timber, and with lakes and meadow glades scattered about, some of them high on the slopes of the ridges; while rising from the dark-timbered area, as far as the eye could reach, extending beyond the Stewart River on the north, and toward the Mackenzie divide on the east, were parallel chains of majestic, snow- covered mountains—a vast, austere wilderness, all the mighty summits shining under the dazzling rays of the sun. These were the Selwyn Rockies. Chilled by the strong, cold wind, I went along the SEARCHING TOR VSHERP It crest, constantly pausing to scan the steep slopes below, now advancing to the edge of a vast precipice, now round- ing a ledge to seek a view of places where sheep might remain sheltered from the wind. There was not a sound but that from the gusts of wind whirling the snow in clouds about me, and the occasional croaks of ravens flying by. Several large flocks of ptarmigan passed close to the crest, and when flying across the sun their wings reflected an exquisite tint of pink in contrast with the white plumage of their bodies. After traversing the crest to the north end, I started to descend the steep, dangerous slope in order to return along its foot where I would be less exposed to the piercing wind. When half way down I seated myself to take a look through my field-glasses, and saw seven ewes and lambs lying down a hundred yards above the timber directly below me. ‘They were all alertly watching, and one ewe seemed to be looking directly at me. Quickly sliding into a hollow which led down the slope, I worked my way to a ledge about three hundred yards above them, and, creeping to the edge, looked over. They were still lying down, all looking up the mountain except one, which kept watching below. They had not seen me, and were peacefully resting, but keeping their heads erect in alert, nervous attitudes. My disappointment at not finding rams on such a high, rough mountain was keen, and fearing that other sheep from this district might not be obtained, I determined to kill two of them. Taking a seat at the edge of the ledge for the purpose of studying a method of descent, I found that it was impos- 122 THE WIEDERNESS/ OF THE, UPPER YuRKGR sible without coming in plain sight of the sheep, and in the hope that they might feed upward toward me was obliged to wait patiently until they should rise. It would have been trying to the patience to have waited, as I did for three hours on that bleak slope, had not the wilder- ness given up to my eyes one of those rare sights which ever after haunts the memory. Directly below the vast timbered area, cut with cafions and dotted with small lakes, extended in rolling ridges to, and beyond, the river. The deep valley of Husky Dog Creek was plainly in view, winding upward to a large lake a thousand feet above the river’s dancing riffles which, as the current raced over its stony bottom, shimmered in the sunlight. On the north, not far from Husky Dog Creek, a large yellow meadow-land con- taining a small lake made a bright patch in the dark timber. A look through my field-glasses revealed a large bulky animal walking across it. The animal, now stand- ing still, now feeding, finally remained motionless in the centre for an hour, and then continued to feed again, still keeping in sight in the meadow-land. It was a big, solitary bull moose, its horns not distinguishable enough in the distance to show their size. Shortly after seeing him, when looking over the coun- try on the other side of a deep cafion below me, I saw another small glade containing a tiny lake, its ice spark- ling in the sun—a mysterious little opening buried in the wild spruce forest. There I beheld another large bull moose, his huge antlers shining apparently pure white under the sun, and near him a cow and a calf. Silently, SEARCHING FOR SHEEP 122 alone, unseen, while the wonderful panorama of landscape was spread out before me, I watched that picture of wild life. I was unsuspected by all living creatures except the ravens which occasionally circled above me uttering their hoarse croaks. For three hours, as I shivered and kept low behind a large rock, the sheep and the moose remained in sight. The bull with the cow seemed to feed about the meadow, its head close to the ground as if cropping the grass off the small hummocks; while the cow, quite indifferent to him, kept browsing on the willows along the edge of the woods, its calf sometimes near, at other times disappearing altogether in the spruces. After an hour, the bull lay down in the centre of the meadow near the lake, while the cow continued feeding. The bull had evidently seques- tered the cow for awhile in that hidden spot, to enjoy his short family life—not always, perhaps, so easily obtained. It would not have been a difficult matter to stalk with a chance of success, for I could lay out a good course against the wind to a knoll above and near the meadow which was little more than half a mile distant from me. But having resolved not to go for moose until I had secured sufficient specimens of sheep, I did not want to lose an opportunity when sheep were practically within shot below me. Finally, the ewes rose and began feeding along the slope in a direction away from me. There was no alter- native, and I put up the three-hundred-yard sight. At the first shot a ewe fell dead, and another at the third— both struck in the neck. The others dashed diagonally 124 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON up the slope, not impeded in the least by the ice, snow, and slippery rocks. Immediately after firing, I looked through my field- glasses at the nearer bull moose. He had evidently heard the shot, for he was standing and looking up the mountain in my direction, in which attitude he remained until I hurried down the slope to a point where the glade was lost to view. All the ewes, which I had examined care- fully through my field-glasses, were of the same color as the darker ones killed on Coal Creek. I gralloched both and skinned the back of one and relieved it of its saddles, which I shouldered as I began the tramp of five miles across the rough country back to camp. It was my in- tention to come back and get the skins and skulls. Before dark I had struggled across the side of the mountain, and during the last hour stumbled in the darkness through bog, hummocks, and brush, until I thought I was oppo- site camp and went up in the timber. Not finding it, a shout brought back a welcome response from Selous. I had passed the spot by a hundred yards. The men had gone down to the river, where they were passing the night, and were to return the next day with more provisions. Some tenderloin mutton was soon cooking over the fire, and Selous related his experience of the day, which had resulted in a long, hard tramp without seeing anything but caribou tracks. CHAPTER: Vill LOOKING FOR RAMS—1904 September 17.—The next day I hunted the ridges and mountains behind camp, and, after a careful search, was obliged to return without having seen anything except some new sheep tracks which indicated the presence of a band somewhere in that locality, and warned me that the country had better be avoided for a day or two. The ground-squirrels had all retired for the winter, but red squirrels were abundant in the woods. Several large flocks of ravens were seen; possibly they were migrating to another locality. Selous had climbed over the moun- tains on the north-east and found a magnificent draw at the head of Clearwater Creek. There he had killed a bull moose with very small horns, although they appeared large when he shot it. The moon was nearly full and judging by the new tracks of bulls, then occurring every- where even on the tops of the ridges, the rut was in full swing and the bulls were travelling widely. September 18.—The temperature was falling fast when we went to sleep, and in the morning the thermometer recorded six degrees above zero. Selous took Louis to accompany him to the Clearwater draw, and I started to climb the mountain in front of camp. It was clear all day and a cold wind swept the snow in great clouds about the crests. Passing through the timber, I saw the fresh 125 126. THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON trail of a grizzly bear going north along the foot of the slope. I began to ascend, but it became steeper and steeper, and as it had been so cold the night before, an inch of snow which covered it was very dry and slippery, and parts of the slope where it had blown away were almost ice. The ascent became more difficult and I had to stretch out my hands and fairly crawl until reaching a point where I could not retrace my steps without slip- ping. It was so precipitous that it was very dangerous to continue. I had to use the butt of my rifle as a staff and jam it into the frozen ground at each step until, to my relief, the crest was gained. I crossed the rolling fields of snow extending to the main range beyond, and climb- ing a mountain proceeded along the crest, scanning the country on the other side. No sheep were seen, nor any tracks, and I descended, took up the bear’s trail, and followed it until necessary to turn back if camp was to be reached by dark. I had observed through my field- glasses a band of sheep on the mountains north-east of camp and thought that I could distinguish two dark rams. I noticed that the night before a wolverine had followed the back track of Selous’s trail to a point op- posite camp, where it had crossed the meadows and en- tered the woods some distance away from the shelter. After supper, Coghlan and I were sitting about the fire, having concluded that Selous and Louis were passing the night near the Clearwater draw, when we heard them coming up through the woods. As Selous ap- proached the fire, there was an elasticity in his step that did not signify an arduous day’s tramp without success, LOOKING FOR RAMS 127 and it was pleasant to learn that he had killed two moose. One had small horns, the other a magnificent pair, sixty- seven inches in spread, with very large burrs and broad blades, one of which was slightly deformed. It was alto- gether the wildest and most impressive moose-head that I have ever seen. It alone made his long trip from Eng- land to those northern wilds a success, and none but those who have suffered discomfort and discouragement of continuous bad weather and tiresome and difficult tramping over rough country can appreciate how richly his hard, persistent work had deserved this reward. September 19.—That night was still colder, and in the morning the thermometer recorded one above zero, but the day was calm, without a cloud in the sky, and with a light breeze blowing. I ascended the sheep-trail, hoping to find the band of sheep known to be somewhere on the range behind camp. After reaching the top, a flock of robins, the last observed, went by; a wolverine’s tracks wandered all over the ridge; and a little further along, the tracks of a black bear and cub crossed over to the timber on the west. Looking through my field-glasses at the mountain toward the north, I saw thirteen sheep descending in single file on a sheep-trail, all coming in my direction. Quickly advancing several hundred yards, as they disap- peared in a saddle between the uneven slopes, I stretched flat on my stomach in the trail, and thus concealed by the formation of the surface, waited. After awhile they came in sight, still in the trail and not more than a quarter of a mile away. Two of them were dark, almost like Ours 128 THE WILDERNESS OF DEE. UPRER YUKON stonei, two slightly lighter; the remaining nine were white, like the sheep of the Ogilvie Rockies. Two of the darker ones were three-year-old rams. Lightly and quickly they stepped along, now running a few jumps, now separating in disorder, and after standing rigidly to scrutinize the surrounding country, they again advanced in single file. Before I could realize it, they were within a hundred yards, on a level with me. Aiming at a ram, my rifle misfired twice, but the third pull of the trigger sent a bullet which killed him. A second shot killed the other ram, and the third, a dark ewe, as the band was running in a circle. Twice I fired at the remaining dark ewe and missed, but at the next shot the bullet struck her and she began to totter in such a way that I knew the wound was serious. The band stopped for a moment and began to walk toward the other side of the ridge while I was taking my kodak from my riicksack. The wounded one staggered along and I followed quickly. The band stopped to look at me, and being near I took several photographs of it. All the time while I was fol- lowing, a breeze blew directly from me to them, and my scent did not frighten them. Soon they walked away, and finally broke into a run as they circled around the top and disappeared. It was about noon. Walking ahead I saw the wounded ewe fifty yards below, lying down on the slope, and a final shot killed it. Here at last was success. Although the rams were small, I had secured a fine series of the sheep of this district, and that was the main object of my trip. Under a blue sky, in the cold, crisp air, warmed by the shining sun, I worked “Ol AAAWALdAS ‘AGATA AMY ‘OI UAANWALAAS ‘AATIIM WVA ANOOAS ‘Ol UTANALIAS ‘AATIIN WVA ISaTy hae ae 3 ie LOOKING FOR RAMS 129 until dark to take the skins off. I then put two of the heads in my riicksack, threw the four skins over my shoul- ders, and slowly staggered down the slope and through the woods, which were then dimly lighted by moonlight. Alas for the remainder of that band! Without sus- picion of danger they had circled around and descended by the same trail on which I had come up in the morn- ing. Selous, who had remained in camp all day to pre- pare his moose scalp, had gone for a moment to the water hole back of the shelter, when he saw them standing near on the trail. Not knowing that I had killed any sheep, and in order that we might not miss the chance to get mutton so close to camp, he permitted Louis to take the rifle and kill two. I had not even paused to eat lunch, and after refresh- ing myself with tea and food, we sat about the crackling fire, which radiated its genial warmth through the freezing dry air. After going under my sleeping robe, for a long time I remained awake, inspired by the infinite glory of a wonderful aurora flashing in an arc from mountain to mountain. ‘The woods, the snowy meadows, and the rugged mountains before us were bathed in the soft moonlight under that magnificent, brilliantly lighted circle of flashing light. September 20.—In the morning the thermometer re- corded three degrees below zero, and just after waking, as I was looking along the bleak crest of the mountain Opposite, my eye caught a large, dark object on the sky- line. Quickly taking my field-glasses, a sight was re- vealed that will never be forgotten. A large bull moose, 120 THE WILDERNESS OF @HE UPPER YUKON the monarch of the vast northern forest, stood motionless on the crest, gazing at the country below. His antlers appeared large and white under the sunlight, as the out- line of his huge form stood out boldly against the back- ground of cliffs and snowy peaks behind. What a pleas- ure it was to have Selous there to enjoy with me that wonderful picture. The moose soon turned back out of sight, and, after a bite of breakfast, I went well toward the lower end of the meadows to a point where the wind was favorable, and gradually climbed to the crest, hoping that he might still remain above the timber. His trail indicated that he had descended to a strip of forest ex- tending up a small draw, and emerging on the other side he had continued to the main area of woods beyond. For a long distance the blood sprinkled on the snow along his trail revealed the romance of the annual rut- rivalry and strife. His battle must have been unsuccess- fully fought some distance away, for there were no other tracks near. I followed the trail for an hour to a point where the woods were dense and filled with brush, and then concluded to return to camp. Selous and Louis had gone over to the Clearwater draw, the former intending to pass the night, and Coghlan had gone down in the tim- ber to get some birch bark for the making of a horn to call moose. ‘The remainder of the morning and a good part of the afternoon were spent in preparing the sheep skins until Coghlan returned, when a horn was quickly made. I then went to the north end of the meadows and gave several calls and waited until dark, but there was no response and [ returned to camp. LOOKING FOR RAMS 131 September 21.—Louis had returned with the big moose head and the next morning both he and Coghlan, bring- ing all the trophies they could carry, started for the river. It was still below zero and another perfect day. Going to the north end of the meadows I climbed to the saddle between the two mountains, observing that several moose had recently travelled over it, and descended to the timber on the other side. Shortly I came upon the tracks of a large grizzly and followed them along the slope of the north mountain, until the trail went into the timber. Climbing high and circling about, I examined the west face of the mountain for sheep, but observed no signs. Descending, I went through the timber to the two lakes where, on September 15th, the cow moose had been seen with two calves. I reached them late in the afternoon. Fresh moose tracks were all about, and, excited by my presence, the jays and red squirrels made so much noise that it seemed almost like a natural warning to any moose that might be near. The lakes were surrounded with timber; a light wind was blowing, and it was impossible to find a good place to call. JI went up on the slope of a bare hill near one of the lakes and gave a call. Immediately to the right, on the other side of the lake, sounded the grunt of a bull, and, in a moment, I heard another bull coming from the left. In front of me was a clear space by the lake, and both bulls were moving about in the timber not more than two hundred yards away, but they would not come out. I waited in silence. Soon the grunting of one continued still more to the right and I knew he was 132 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKGN circling. The other had ceased for some time when I heard him around the hill behind me to the left. After awhile both ceased, and I knew that they had received my wind. It was then dark at six, and after passing through a fringe of timber, I slowly and carefully climbed the steep slope of the mountain in the light of a brilliant full moon. Reaching the top, I walked for three miles through the snow-fields on the edge of the crest. Below were white meadows dotted with frozen ponds and little lakes, their ice sheets dimly reflecting the bold, rugged mountains, which appeared sombre white above the deep shadows on the slopes, while the lofty outlines of the sharp peaks behind stood out like huge sentinels in the pale, clear sky. All the snow-fields sparkled golden under the mel- low rays, while the dark timber area below on the other side, filled with glittering lakes, made a mysterious con- trast to the peaks across the river—peaks softly glowing and almost yellow in the strange effect of distant moon- light. There was not a sound to break the weird, gentle beauty of the scene. It was a crowning effect of that stern, sublime wilderness, then so calm and peaceful, overspread by the radiance of the moon. I walked slowly, and descended on the sheep-trail to camp, where the fire was breathing its sparks up into the cold, clear air. Selous had not seen a moose, but at the last moment had observed a small band of ewes on the mountains near Clearwater draw and had killed an old ewe of the whitest color of the sheep in that locality. With great generosity he later gave the skin and skull to the Biological Survey, “OL YadNaALdAsS (« SHdVaYOOLOHA IVaAdAGS AOOL J,, if LOOKING FOR RAMS 133 where it could be compared with their numerous speci- mens. September 22.—Our men had reported ice running in the river. This made an immediate departure necessary, since continued cold might increase it to such an extent that it would block and freeze, thus closing navigation. The next day—the last one in camp—was slightly warmer. Selous remained there all day. We had hunted all the available ranges except a small one on the extreme north- east side of the draw, and, after tramping to its foot, I began to climb. The tracks of a ewe and lamb passed along the crest, and several fresh moose-trails crossed it. I went to the north end where it almost overhung the river. There I took some photographs and placed my compass on a rock for the purpose of studying the topog- raphy of the river. When I started back I forgot it, and I hope it is still there, pointing thirty-five degrees east of north toward the most beautiful and impressive range of white-capped domes, peaks, and crests, in all that locality. Descending to the draw, I called for moose, but there was no response and I returned, walking through woods and meadows by moonlight. That night tramp was made sadly and regretfully, knowing it was my last in those high mountains, endeared to me in spite of rain, storms, snow, and disappointments. Love of the wilderness per- sists and drowns all feelings resulting from bad luck. Large rams had not been found. At that time they were feeding on the ranges nearer the South Fork, as I learned the following year from one who had hunted there and found the band. 134 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON The men had again been down to the river with an- other load. ‘The thermometer went up during the night to ten degrees above, as we slept for the last time in that little shelter-camp, nestled in the woods and facing the broad meadows and bold ranges beyond. September 23.—The next morning our packs were made up, and we staggered down the steep side of a ridge to the flats below and crossed directly to the river, reaching it by the middle of the afternoon. While descending, we had seen signs of black bears, where they had been feeding on dwarf juniper berries. After lunch, the men went three miles down river to the cache for the purpose of bringing up a canoe, and I went about two miles up river and called for awhile, but no moose ap- peared. Returning, I found Selous cooking at the fire, and shortly after our men returned, poling the canoe. After all our material was moved into a heavy spruce wood nearby, a large fire was started, the light of which danced about the trees and caused the red squirrels to chatter. September 24.—By morning the thermometer had gone up to thirty-two degrees. It was raining and, except for a few moments in the afternoon, continued to rain all day. I started down river, intending to go to two fairly large lakes some distance below the cache, to call for moose. Soon I reached a beautiful beaver dam five feet high, which lifted the waters of a small stream into a lake of several acres, surrounded by spruce woods. Shortly after crossing it, I came to a trapper’s cabin, made by Bob Riddell, who intended to trap for martens in that LOOKING FOR RAMS 135 locality the coming winter. Trappers had been all along the lower MacMillan River for two years and besides Riddell, there was one still farther up at Cache Creek. Riddell’s main cabin was at Husky Dog Creek, and he had then gone over on the South Fork to hunt with Mr. Cameron and the others. Proceeding along his blazed trail I struck off across the flats and reached the lake about five in the afternoon. Scarcely any fresh moose tracks were observed in the lower country, and none about the lakes. I called until dark and then went directly to the river, striking it, unfor- tunately, three miles below the cache. There was a driving rain and it was a discouraging tramp through the dark woods, pushing my way through alders, swamps, and tangled underbrush. ‘The smouldering camp-fire was a welcome sight, and after a change of clothing and some needed food, I slept while the rain dripped through the shelter. CHAPTER Wx DOWN THE NORTH FORK. PLATEAU MOUNTAIN. 1904 September 25.—As it required some time to gather all our effects and load the canoes, we did not start until 2.30 in the afternoon. It was then warm and clear. The river had fallen since we had come up; many of the riffles were doubtful of passage, and the canoes, as they were swept along in the current, kept scraping the bottom. But all the hard work of towing them up was more than compensated for by the pleasure of going down. Assisted by the paddles, guiding the canoes through dancing riffles, we went swiftly careering through the wild tim- bered valleys, the mountain panorama unfolding itself at every curve. Shortly before dark we reached the place where we had camped September third, and imme- diately after landing I took the birch horn and, going about three hundred yards from the bank, gave a few calls. I was in a swampy thicket of willows, alders, and dwarf birch, sparingly dotted with spruces and broken by open spaces of a few square yards. Ina short time, after hearing the chopping and the whistling and talking of the men, while dense clouds of smoke from the newly made fire were floating down the valley, I concluded that no moose would dare to approach within a mile of the 136 PLATEAU MOUNTAIN 17 place, and returned to camp. Louis was on the bank repairing Selous’ canoe—an old one which had kept leak- ing all the afternoon—when he ran to the shelter, saying that he heard a bull moose approaching. ‘Taking a horn and beckoning to me to follow, he quickly walked along the bar, with Selous and myself trailing close behind him. We stepped into the thick brush and paused to listen. Yes, the well-known grunt of a bull moose was clearly audible not more than three or four hundred yards away, and sounding an approach in our direction. We crept forward as silently as possible, stopping as the bull, paus- ing to listen, ceased grunting, and going forward again when he resumed. Intercepting the line of the bull’s approach, and reach- ing a spot where the brush ahead was less dense, we stooped close behind a log, and Louis, after giving a low call, rubbed the horn up and down on the willow brush, thus producing a noise similar to that made by a moose rubbing his horns. Directly toward us came the eager grunting, ceasing now and then as the bull stopped to listen, until at last it sounded very close. Not a stick cracked, nor was there the slightest noise from horns striking the trees and brush, or from footsteps. It was almost dark, and except for some faint light in the small open space in front, the thicket appeared perfectly black. How was it possible for that large, bulky animal to con- tinue his mysterious approach so swiftly and silently on swampy ground, through a dense thicket of tangled brush and fallen logs, without making an audible sound except that of grunting? As it sounded almost upon us, 1338 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON we saw a large bull suddenly appear, looming out of the darkness like a giant spectre, not more than seventy-five feet away, his antlers looking big, broad, and very white against the dark background. With rifle pointed, I rose and could just see the ivory sight which was held in a line with the centre of the bull’s chest when I pulled the trigger. Click! A miss-fire, and almost simultaneously Selous’ smothered expression of disappointment! ‘The bull had stopped as I rose, and when the trigger fell, he jumped to one side and disappeared in the brush. I sent three shots after him, but could only guess the direc- tion as he was not in sight. After the first jump there was a crashing in the willows—and then not another sound was heard. The grunting ceased; he had glided off more mysteriously and silently than he had come. Thus was lost my only opportunity to get a bull moose, and one with horns which seemed larger, perhaps, than they really were, though they still grow in the memory-image of that short glimpse. Later, I learned that the caps in some of my cartridges, then four years old, had deterio- rated and were apt, especially in cold weather, to miss fire. The night was clear and fairly cold, the thermometer registering twenty-three degrees above zero, and we soon went to sleep. I was suddenly aroused by a trembling hand on my shoulder as Coghlan whispered that a moose had crossed the river and was heading directly toward the camp. Taking my rifle, with nothing on but under- clothes, I quickly followed Louis through the woods as Selous had done on the night of September 3d. We PLATEAU MOUNTAIN 139 reached the bank just after the moose had recrossed to the other side and gone in the woods. Louis tried to coax the bull in sight with the horn, but in vain. It appeared that about an hour and a half before that time, when Selous and I were sleeping, Louis had stepped out to the river bank and had given a few calls for amuse- ment before he retired. The bull had evidently heard the sound from a long distance and had gradually ap- proached and crossed the river. His tracks on the bar, which were seen the next morning, showed that he had come to within fifty feet of our camp. September 26.—Before daylight I went out and called again, but without result. We did not start until an hour before noon, and reached the Forks early in the afternoon. I had carefully deducted all time for stops, and found that the actual time consumed in running down river from the cache to the Forks was six hours. It had required six days with interruptions to drag the canoes up the same distance. Not long before arriving at the Forks, we met Jack Barr and Crosby, trappers who had passed the preceding winter trapping in that locality. They were on their way to Barr Creek with the purpose of bringing provisions to their cabin. They had spent some time with Rungius and Osgood in the Russell Mountains, where they had a “line” cabin. Both were fine types of the woodsmen who trap in the northern country, and though efficient in killing moose for a supply of meat they were not much interested in game. They had trapped at the foot of the mountains which we had hunted, but did not even know that sheep lived on them; 140 THE WILDERNESS: OF THE UPPER YUKON in fact, they had told Rungius and Osgood that we would not find sheep. Mr. Cameron and the others who had gone up the South Fork had returned a few days before and left a note, informing us that they had found caribou in abun- dance and killed ten good bulls; two bears, a lynx, and three small sheep—the only ones seen. Judge Dugas had killed a small moose shortly after starting up the South Fork. Later, we learned that he had also killed a bull caribou farther down on the bank of the MacMillan River. We went on down to Russell Creek, where a note from Rungius and Osgood advised us that they had gone down river. We kept on until later when a slough was entered and camp was made in a pouring rain. Selous had remained behind with Louis to call, and I went up to the end of the slough and called until dark without result. JI was greatly interested to see a beaver swim- ming near me with a large stick held by one end in its mouth. Reaching its house, the stick was skilfully worked into it under the water. All along we had seen beavers, sometimes swimming, sometimes sitting on logs, and twice I saw them sliding down the bank into the water. Just after dark when Selous, who had failed to lure a bull, had returned, Dougherty, one of the men who had been on the Emma Nott and had landed near this place, came into camp and said that he and Horn had their camp half a mile down river. During the time they had been there, a small bull moose and two cows had been killed, but very few had been seen. They could not hunt PLATEAU MOUNTAIN 41 far from the river because they had to kill game near enough to bring it to a raft which they had constructed for the purpose of holding the meat and floating it to Dawson. September 27.—Early in the morning, while it still continued to rain, I went out to call before breakfast, but unsuccessfully. The rain continued all day. After the swift current of the North Fork, that of the main river seemed very tame, but to float with it was fascinating just the same. The canoes glided along easily, as we continually watched ahead eagerly, anticipating a sight of game when rounding the curves, each of which brought a new stretch of the river into view. In the middle of the afternoon, Coghlan saw a calf moose trotting on a bar and called our attention to it. I landed shortly after it went into the woods, and going around in a circle to get a favorable wind, advanced in its direction. Selous entered the woods a short distance below. Before going far I heard sticks cracking and sounds that indicated the mother and calf were trotting away, hence I returned to the canoe and proceeded down river. Louis, who was alone, went into the woods, as he told me afterwards, and saw the bull running about the cow and playing with her, while the calf stood at one side. Selous was in an- other direction, and the animals had run off before he returned. Had I known better the habits of the moose at that season, the bull might have been killed. Shortly after, as we were gliding around a sharp curve, looking back, I saw a black bear emerge from the alders and walk toward the bank of the river. The boat was quickly turned toward shore, but it was too late, the strong 142° LHE* WILDERNESS OF THE,AURPER YUKO current having swept us around the curve into an un- favorable wind, and before I could step out of the canoe, the bear threw up its head, sniffed once or twice, then turned and ran into the woods. About dark, I arrived at an abandoned trapper’s cabin on the river bank opposite Plateau Mountain, and found Rungius and Osgood installed in it. Selous came soon after, and that evening, while the rain beat down outside, there was a delightful reunion. They had hunted in the Russell Mountains, and Rungius had killed a bull moose with fine antlers, two cow caribou, a small female grizzly, a black bear, and a wolverine. ‘The last three had been shot while feeding on the carcasses of his moose and cari- bou. Osgood had devoted his time mostly to trapping small mammals (which were very scarce) and in trying to find sheep. They had not found sheep, and very few of their tracks had been seen in the Russell Mountains. Osgood had killed both a bull and a cow moose near the bank of the river a short distance above that cabin. While floating down the river, they had seen four bears, and the day before two had appeared on the bar opposite the cabin, but had run off in the woods before Osgood could get a shot. Both had hunted on Plateau Mountain, where Rungius had killed an old bull caribou with fine horns, and Osgood a smaller bull. Since they thought that other caribou were about there, Selous and I decided to go up and hunt for them. September 28.—It rained so hard the next day that all of us stayed about the cabin in the morning. In the after- noon I crossed the river in a canoe and tramped about the Photograph by Carl Rungius. Photograph by Gage. Jack BARR AND HIS DOGS. CARL RUNGIUS AND HIS BIG MOOSE. PLATEAU MOUNTAIN 143 timbered ridges. Nothing but old moose tracks were seen; and a few grouse, hawks, and rabbits. The latter were then beginning to turn white. The bird migration had mostly passed. September 29.—We passed another congenial evening in the cabin, and the following morning it was colder and raining, while snow was falling on the mountains above. My recording thermometer had been broken the night before and I was unable to record any more tempera- tures during the rest of the trip. Osgood and Rungius started down river for the purpose of establishing a camp near the Kalzas Mountains, while Selous and I made up our packs and started to climb the mountain. It was very steep in places and the walking was heart-breaking, particularly on the lower slopes where large areas, burnt over and storm-swept, were full of fallen spruce trees in tangled masses, surrounded by a dense growth of dwarf birch. Rabbits were very abundant, and a yellow-haired porcupine was seen—the only one noticed on our trip. Red squirrels were everywhere, and the jays joined them in giving sounds of life. At 4 P.M., after a tedious climb, we reached a good place to camp, about half a mile below timber-line, on the slope of a narrow draw through which a swollen creek rushed, leaping in cataracts as it descended through icy gorges to the river below. Everything was covered with fresh snow, which still continued to fall as we erected the shelter and started the fire. September 30.—The temperature fell at least to zero and the morning dawned bright and clear, but a strong 144 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON wind blew from the north-west. Selous and Louis climbed Plateau Mountain, and I started to climb the ranges to the north-west. The adjoining mountains, separated from Plateau Mountain by draws, extend in vast rolling plateaus north-east to the Russell Mountains. They are about six thousand feet high and covered with dwarf birch and moss. Two or three miles across the rolling summits the west slopes descend abruptly in broken rocks, cliffs, and precipices. When I reached the top, the wind was so strong that it was not easy to face it and hence quite impossible to use my field-glasses. There was a magnificent view of the MacMillan River below, which appeared like a huge reptile winding back and forth between the ridges; and on the other side of it, Dromedary Mountain stood forth boldly in snowy outlines, a strong contrast to the sombre timbered area below. The tracks of a bull moose, which had crossed the summit, and descended to the timber early that same morning, were before me, and a short distance farther on, the fresh tracks of a cow moose and calf, joined by those of the bull, which had circled back again to meet them, showed that all of them had been feeding on scrub willow. Going toward the west, I came upon the tracks of five mountain sheep and followed them toward the north for two hours, until, having found a sheltered spot behind a rock where I could use my field-glasses, I saw that the trail was visible on the snow for two or three miles ahead, leading toward the Russell Mountains. Turning west again, I found fresh tracks of a cow caribou PLATEAU MOUNTAIN 145 and a calf and followed them until the trail descended into a basin, when, looking across it, they were observed feed- ing on the opposite slopes near the summit. ‘The calf fed quite independently of its mother, who neither looked up from her feeding nor appeared suspicious of danger, or paid the least attention to the calf when it strayed to a distance from her. After circling, I took up the sheep tracks and again followed them north to a point where the trail turned to the west. Following it, I crossed gullies, rocky slopes, basins, and ridges, until I could see the trail on the snow, two miles ahead. Then I knew that it was necessary to turn back or I would be caught on the summit in the dark, a long distance from camp. Unfortunately, I had no protection for my ears, which were frozen several times and rubbed soft again. After ascending to the east slopes of the moutain, I found abun- dant fresh moose tracks, all leading to a depression near the top which was the apex of several willow-filled ravines. Below was a large draw extending down between two mountains to the timber. The mountain-slopes on both sides were covered with willows, and moose tracks were numerous everywhere among them. ‘There was a fine view of Moose Lake—a fairly large sheet of water. It was not frozen and appeared to glisten all over, shining out of the vast deep forest about it. Its outlet, Moose Creek, was visible, flowing in a meandering course through the timber to the MacMillan River. Beyond the wide forest was a series of high, rugged ranges bordering the Stewart River. 146 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON Turning to the left, I climbed to the top and went in the direction where the cow caribou and her calf had last been seen earlier in the day. Numerous large flocks of ptarmigan were flying about, and soon the cow and calf were seen feeding on the flat top. As the sun was directly ahead I could not photograph them, even after approach- ing to within seventy-five yards, before the cow saw me. To have circled would have brought me in an unfavor- able wind. The cow looked at me a moment, and, joined by the calf, trotted twenty-five yards in my direction and both stood looking at me. I advanced again and both, moving off a short distance, again stopped and looked. As I came very close, both turned and trotted across the top and disappeared around the slope. It was interesting to observe that the surface where these two caribou had been feeding was completely covered with their tracks in all directions, and if the single trail leading up to the spot had not been clearly visible I should have been deluded into believing that a whole band had been feeding there. I crossed over to the edge of a deep cafion which separated the mountain from Plateau Moun- tain, the precipitous slopes of which were directly op- posite, rising six or seven hundred feet higher. High above, near the top, my eyes caught a large, dark animal moving along the side, and a look through my field-glasses revealed a bull moose with the right antler well developed, the left broken entirely off at the base. An unusual sight it was to see that bull moose slowly walking, often stopping to look about, just below the crest of the massive dome-shaped mountain, usurping PLATEAU MOUNTAIN 147 the territory of sheep, caribou, and the grizzly bear! He continued to travel until appearing like a black speck in the glittering snow before he disappeared from sight. Turning my field-glasses toward the slope across the cafion, a bull moose suddenly appeared directly opposite me, lying down a hundred feet above the timber. He seemed half-buried in the snow, and his chin was resting on it, while his small horns reached well up above the body. To the naked eye, in his resting attitude, about three hundred yards distant, he looked like a large bush, his horns appearing like the tops of willows and complet- ing the resemblance. He was resting on an incline so steep that it was impossible to approach noiselessly from above, and it would have been equally difficult to ap- proach through the woods from below without alarming him. He had chosen a safe spot for undisturbed rest. Taking my birch horn from my ricksack, I gave a low call, but he neither moved nor pricked up his ears. I sounded several more calls, some of them louder, but not the slightest movement did he make. I waited for an hour, calling at intervals, very much interested in watching him, but not once did he show any suspicion of my presence or pay any attention to the noise made through the horn, nor was he alert and watchful. He seemed to sleep until just before dusk, when slowly rising and pushing his forefeet forward, he almost slid down the slope to the timber and was not seen again. Some time after dark I reached camp, a few moments before Selous came in. After an arduous tramp all over _ Plateau Mountain he had not seen fresh tracks of cari- 148 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON bou, but just before reaching camp he had seen a small bull moose high on the mountain-side, but had not attempted to kill it. We knew that the caribou, following their restless habits, had abandoned that locality for awhile at least, and therefore we decided to make for the river and go directly to Selkirk without pausing to hunt any more. October 1.—In the morning we went back to the river and in the afternoon I went two miles below to call, while Selous started in an opposite direction. Both of us were unsuccessful and returned to the cabin. Selous, however, had shot a little brown crane. October 2.—We paddled down river all the next day until dark, when we made camp. It is worth recording that I saw a ptarmigan on the bank of the river—a most un- usual thing even in summer, and especially in fall. I have never before or since seen one so far down in the timber. October 3.—It was cold, and from that time until we reached Selkirk, the temperature at night must have been at least near zero and at times below. The river was full of slush ice, which somewhat impeded the progress of the canoes, though it was not solid enough to prevent them from easily slipping through. Not long after start- ing, a wolf was seen running along a bar, but it entered the woods before Selous could get a shot. At the foot of the Kalzas Mountain we found the camp of Rungius and Osgood. They had been calling every day without results. It was clear that the frenzy of the rut had passed and most of the bulls were then feeding up near the heads of the draws. After lunching, Selous and I went on, and the others were to join us below at the cabin PLATEAU MOUNTAIN 149 near Kalzas Creek. As I was ahead and rounding a curve, I saw a lynx sitting on the bank of the river. My bullet struck it in the centre of the back and it ran into the woods, where I found it a few yards from the bank, lying down. It died in a few moments, and we took its skin and skull and proceeded until it was time to camp. October 4.—In the morning there was a great deal of hard ice in the river and it impeded our progress. When the cold season approaches, ice formed on the bottom floats to the surface in the morning, and this, together with that discharged by creeks, almost fills the river during the night, and runs very thickly in the morning. During the day much of it packs in the sloughs, lodges on the bars, remains in the still water in favorable places along the bank, and much of it wears out through fric- tion. In the afternoon, therefore, the river does not contain so much ice and navigation is freer. Continued cold causes the floating pieces to freeze together during the night, and sooner or later large fields of it coming down the river, jam in the cafions or on the sharp curves, all freezing together. Unless a thaw comes soon after, the whole river may thus freeze and navigation is closed until the following summer. The ice continued to increase, and in some places we had difficulty in pushing the canoes through without breaking them. As it was, Selous’s canoe received a large hole which could be only temporarily patched, and it leaked badly all the rest of the day until we reached the cabin at Kalzas Creek, where we found a trapper, named Lebell, who had arrived shortly before, intending to pass 150 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON the winter there. Rungius and Osgood appeared later and we passed the night in the cabin. While floating down they had seen two lynxes. Bird life in the Mac- Millan was then almost absent—a few mergansers, a golden eagle, and the one ptarmigan were all I had seen while coming down the river. October 5.—The canoes had been well mended, but next morning the ice, frozen together in large cakes, was running ‘so dense that we felt some apprehension about getting down before the river was blocked. In many places we could not push through it, but were obliged to let the canoes drift until an opening could be found where we could reach channels of clear water. A mile down from the cabin, near the top of a hill on the right, a fine black bear was seen feeding on berries, and insisting that Selous should go after it, we backed our canoes in the ice on the opposite side as he went ashore. He soon disappeared in the thick brush on the hillside. But a moment after, the bear, having caught the wind blowing toward it from the boats, threw up its head, sniffed the air, and ran off. It disappeared before Selous could get close enough to shoot. While approaching, he had seen it through the brush several times but could not get an unobstructed line for a shot. Early in the afternoon, shortly before reaching the Pelly, I saw a lynx walking on a bar and undershot it three times before it ran into the woods. After making camp on a bank of the Pelly, Louis heard a bull moose grunting not far off and Selous accompanied him into the woods where he tried to coax it with a horn, but it was not heard again. Photograph by W. H. Osgood. By permission of the U. S. Biological Survey. PLATEAU MOUNTAIN IN AUGUST. Photegraph by Carl Rungius. MacMILian RIVER AND DROMEDARY MOUNTAIN PHOTOGRAPHED FROM THE SLOPE OF KauLzas MOUNTAIN. RUNNING THROUGH THE ICE IN MACMILLAN RIVER. PLATEAU MOUNTAIN 151 For the next two days we paddled down the Pelly and late in the evening of October 7 we reached the Pelly Road House where Rungius, Osgood, and | re- mained for the night, while Selous went on down to Sel- kirk. The Pelly was full of ice, particularly above the cafion, through which we had to float with it. A herring- gull and a cross fox were the only live objects observed on the Pelly. We remained at Selkirk until the afternoon of Octo- ber g, when the small steamer La France picked us up and carried us to Whitehorse, where we arrived early on October 13. Gage had gone back to Dawson; Coghlan remained at Pelly Road House to pass the winter looking after the horses used on the stage route between White- horse and Dawson, while Louis had gone up the Lewes River to catch dog salmon, which pass the mouth of the Pelly without entering it, for a supply of food for the dogs at the Selkirk Police Post. All had been excellent men, hard-working, efficient, always interested, and will- ing. When they left Selkirk, we realized that our Mac- Millan trip had ended. THE WATSON RIVER COUNTRY CHAPTER xX THE WATSON RIVER COUNTRY—1904 October 13.—My friend, A. B. Newell, had arranged for me a trip to mountain ranges along the Watson River. C. E. Wynn-Johnson, an Englishman who had lived for several years at Skagway, was in Whitehorse waiting to accompany me, and Newell intended to join us a day later. The day was passed in Whitehorse purchasing provisions, completing preparations, and wandering about the town. October 14.—We took the train the next morning, hav- ing loaded three pack-horses and our provisions on a freight car. A young man, Burwash by name, had been employed as packer, and proved to be a willing and effi- cient assistant. The train stopped at Robinson, a side track twenty miles from Whitehorse, where the freight car was switched off. It was with sincere regret that I bade adieu to Selous. He had been a charming and un- selfish companion, and his considerate manners and gentle courtesy had endeared him to every man with whom he had come in contact. Experienced hunter that he is, perhaps more so than any other man living, his enthusiasm for nature and the wild life in the wilder- ness is as fresh as ever, while his love of natural history is intense, and his skill as a hunter extraordinary. 155 1506 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON Osgood’s tireless energy had given me an insight into the character and ability of the men Dr. Mer- riam had gathered on the staff of the Biological Survey. Not only was Osgood indefatigable in collecting birds and mammals and hunting big game, but he also worked until late hours in the night preparing his speci- mens. Carl Rungius, a skilful hunter who has spent many years hunting big game in the Rocky Mountains and Canada, had used every opportunity to study his art. He made numerous color sketches of the game country, besides accurate drawings of the animals. He has since produced many realistic paintings of moose, caribou, bears, and sheep, revealing them in their true environ- ment in Yukon Territory. The train sped on; I saw Rungius and Osgood waving; we unloaded the horses, threw on the packs, and started. The country through which we tramped was fairly level, but barren, except for scattered clumps of pines and many small lakes. There were many holes of the ground-squirrel, tracks of rabbits, and not two miles from the railroad some very old tracks of moose. In the lakes, several species of ducks were abundant, and dur- ing the fall migration one of the lakes provided excellent shooting. I was interested to notice that the tops of nearly all the stunted pines had been completely gnawed off by rabbits, exactly like the willows along the bars of the rivers. Eight miles distant from the railroad were some cabins occupied by Bill Schnabel, his wife, and a miner named Foley. There we unloaded, and Burwash THE WATSON RIVER COUNTRY 157 started back with an extra horse to bring Newell, who was to join us the next day. Bill Schnabel proved to be a very interesting man of distinct personality. He had been a cowboy in the States and had come to the Yukon during the early days of the stampede, having been a packer over the White Pass trail. He had been one of the first prospectors of the Atlin district, had travelled along the Yukon River above and below Dawson, and was then working an old pros- pect which he had located a few years previously, eight miles from his cabin. October 15.—The next day, pending Newell’s arrival, I went out to investigate the country. I was in a vast forested area at the foot of massive mountains, the south- east slopes of which were bare, the tops and opposite slopes covered with snow. Most of the country had been burnt over and was covered with poplar, pines, and spruces, with willows and dwarf birch growing densely. I tramped all day and saw nothing but a few old moose tracks and bear diggings. Returning at dark I found that Newell had arrived, and the following day we packed the horses and started for the sheep mountains, eight miles distant, between the Watson and Wheaton Rivers. Schnabel’s prospect was near there and to it he had cut an excellent trail on which the horses travelled easily, through a rolling, timbered country. That all this area had at one time been covered by a glacier was evident from the numerous large, circular depressions on the sur- face, some of which still contained small lakes. To the east was a high, massive range culminating in Mount r58 THE WILDERNESS OF JHE UPPER WURON Gray and extending more than twenty miles to Lake Bennett. To the west were various mountains and short ranges, separated by draws and wider valleys, not trend- ing in any particular direction. Newell and Johnson left the trail to make a circuit on a mountain side, and Schnabel and J continued to his cabin. Immediately after arriving, we went some dis- tance below and, climbing some low hills, scanned the mountain-slopes for sheep, but did not see any. The others were there when we returned, but nobody had seen any game. ‘The cabin was situated at timber-line, at the head of a rolling, rocky pasture on the west side of the valley. In front, about a mile below, was a lake three miles long and half a mile wide, from the east shore of which the slopes of Mount Gray inclined upward, well pastured with grass, though steep, rocky, and furrowed with gorges, cafions, and ravines. The crest, flanked al- most continually with cliffs and high precipices, is ser- ried with peaks and pinnacles, irregular and confused, presenting a long sawtooth sky-line. East of the cabin was a V-shaped draw, separating two high, irregular mountain ranges which lacked trend or continuity in any direction. Some of the mountains are rough and vary in height from five to seven thousand feet, others are dome-shaped and appear like huge, rolling plateaus. To the south, the mountains continue to Lake Bennett; in all directions they are massive and high, but present an appearance of confused groups, rather than well-defined ranges, like the Rockies east of the Yukon River. The inspiring grandeur of majestic mountain landscape is THE WATSON RIVER COUNTRY 159 there, but the undefinable wildness seems lacking as compared with that of the Rockies. October 17.—The morning was warm and pleasant and Newell, having to return to Whitehorse, left early. Johnson and Foley started up the draw behind camp while I climbed the mountain to the south. It was cov- ered with an inch of snow and fox tracks were abundant, also fresh signs of sheep. It is a high mountain, reach- ing westward along the Wheaton River and the slopes are cut into canons and ravines. From the top I could clearly see Lake Bennett and greatly admired the deep, broad valley of the Wheaton extending in a westerly course between massive domed ranges. ‘The aspect of the tim- bered country below was singularly strange—quite differ- ent from any I have seen elsewhere in the northern coun- try. It appeared like a vast forested plain, terraced irreg- ularly in every direction between great circular, hollow bowls, each of which contained a pond, the surfaces of which reflected the rays of the sun in a manner to cause a shining appearance which spangled the whole lower country. It showed the results of a retreated glacier, the surface being diversified by kettle holes, drumlins, eskers, and kames. Looking across a cafion along the side of the mountain, a transparent whitish spot on a rock caught my eye. My glasses revealed a ewe sheep which was soon joined by another that suddenly jumped up on the same rock. Higher up near a peak, I saw seven ewes and lambs feed- ing upward between pauses to look and watch. Turning the glasses below, I was almost startled to see sixteen 160 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON more ewes and lambs feeding on the grass slope just above the timber. Pure white in body, most of them had black tails, though the tails of others were practically white. To be sure of securing meat as well as a specimen of the sheep of the district, I decided to shoot one now that the chance offered and at once planned an approach downward through a cafion which would lead me near and opposite to where they were feeding. It was a difficult descent, and when nearly opposite the point I climbed the side of the cafion and peeped over. Surprised to find that the sheep were not in sight, I concluded that, having entered another cafion farther over on the slope, they were moving up; consequently I started diagonally upward on the loose, broken rock, hoping to intercept them from above. Suddenly I heard the sound of a big rock falling from high on the mountain opposite me, and, looking back, I saw Schnabel sitting among the loose rocks and signalling to me that the sheep were farther along the slope and higher up. I realized immediately that they had seen him and were off to climb the mountain. Notwithstanding my keen dis- appointment, I kept on climbing higher, but the sound of rocks and small boulders falling behind, caused me to wait until Schnabel, who was scrambling along, joined me. The sheep were then badly frightened, and as he came up I saw them running four hundred yards distant high on the mountain, entering among some cliffs on the other side of the cafon. It was our only chance, and we both shot as they ran. He rushed ahead and kept firing THE WATSON RIVER COUNTRY 161 his 30-40 cartridges until his magazine was empty, but he did not hit one. When his last shot was fired an old ewe stopped on the edge of the cliff. I told him to stoop low, and, aiming a little above her, I fired and she fell. Immediately recovering and gaining her feet, she slowly walked downward and disappeared along the slope. Schnabel then went diagonally below while I climbed above, in order that one of us might get near enough to shoot her. After going some distance among cafions and boulders, I heard three shots, and looking below, saw the ewe running, but she passed out of sight before I could shoot. Hastening toward her, I soon saw her standing two hundred yards below, and, as I fired, she fell. Schna- bel then came around the slope seventy-five yards from her and she rose. He fired three times, missing. We both followed her as she walked down the slope and each fired again, both bullets striking her in the middle of the body. She continued to walk around the slope and passed through some very rough places for two hundred yards before she lay down. As we came up she was in dying convulsions. My first two bullets had passed through her stomach. One of Schnabel’s, hitting her in the hind quarters without breaking a leg, had passed through the stomach and emerged, tearing a large hole well forward just behind the lungs. Our last two bul- lets had torn large holes in the centre of her body and all the entrails that had not already fallen out, were protrud- ing. Yet this animal had kept on walking over a rough surface, crossing cafions, descending and: climbing for half an hour, and did not even fall at the last two shots. 162 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON Such extraordinary vitality is difficult to realize, but it is not peculiar to mountain sheep. It has been my experience that most of our other big game animals have the same vitality as sheep, and exceptional cases like this are not uncommon when the vitals are not immedi- ately reached, or the bones disabled. The skin was soon taken off and the meat cut up and carried to the foot of the mountain. It was then dark. Schnabel hung part of it on a tree and I shouldered the rest. We then staggered and stumbled four miles through the woods to camp. Johnson and Foley came in later, after having been obliged to make a dangerous mountain descent in the dark. They had emptied their magazines at a band of fifty sheep running at a distance, and had seen several others which they were unable to stalk. At that date rifle sights could not be seen at 5.30 in the afternoon and not until six in the morning. October 18.—The next day was windy and it seemed natural to be again on the tramp to find rams. I climbed the mountains to the north-west of camp, and dense dwarf birch rendered the walking very slow and tedious. [ no- ticed a very old moose track and one of caribou. These animals are more abundant to the westward, but very scarce in the district where I was. Conies were abundant high up among the broken rocks and a few marmots were heard. Rabbits were exceedingly abundant and all were then white. No fresh sheep tracks were seen, although I tramped about on the crest and slopes until well into the afternoon. Golden eagles, ravens, and flocks of ptar- THE WATSON RIVER COUNTRY 163 migan were as numerous as in the mountains east of the Yukon River. As I was descending, I saw across the valley two white specks on the north-west slope of Mount Gray, and my glasses revealed two sheep feeding high among the rocks. They soon lay down, and, it being too late to reach them before dark, I crossed the valley to determine their sex, but when I reached the lake there was not enough light to distinguish them. The shallow water at the head of the lake was covered with a thin sheet of ice. Beavers had damned the mouth of the inlet and the water had backed up to form another small lake, which also was covered with ice. In the mid- dle of the latter they had constructed a large house. As I approached, the ice was cracking and I plainly heard splashing. Creeping silently to the shore, I saw three beavers at work on the house. At intervals each would swim under the ice to the shore and get a stick, which was held at one end in the teeth and taken under the ice. Every few feet the beaver would force its head against the ice, break it, and breathe fora moment. One proceeded in this way to the house, breaking the ice four times, another six times, and another seven. Reaching the house they would drag the stick upon it, and spend ten minutes in working it into the structure. They would then return for another stick. When it was too dark to watch them longer, I silently withdrew and returned to camp. Johnson had tramped all day without seeing a sheep. October 19.—Early in the morning I looked across the lake, to a spur projecting from Mount Gray, and saw two 1644 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON sheep feeding among scattered clumps of willow not far above timber-line, and opposite our camp. They were rams—the same two that I had seen the day before. One was six or seven years old, with fair horns, the other about three. I reached the lake, intending to cross on a raft that Schnabel had constructed some time earlier in the summer. ‘The day was clear and cold, but a strong wind was blowing, and not being able to manage the raft with a pole, I had to proceed two miles to the upper end, where I took off shoes and socks, cut a pole, and breaking the ice as I waded, finally reached the other side and immediately began to climb. The west slopes of Mount Gray are exceedingly steep and broken, and besides, an inch of dry snow had made them slippery and very difficult to climb. Finally, I reached the cliffs and snow cornices bordering the crest, and proceeded south in the direction where the sheep had been seen. Crossing two deep, rocky cafions, where conies were bleating, I reached the edge of a deep, wide canon and looking beyond saw the two rams lying down on the top of a turretted pinnacle, about five hundred yards away. ‘They were facing in my direction and there was no possible approach except on the crest, which was inaccessible from that point because of continuous cliffs. It was very cold, and the wind was so strong that I could barely keep on the slope. I remained motionless for a long time until so thoroughly chilled that it was necessary to retreat and retrace my steps to start my circulation again. Thus I kept watching and walking for most of the afternoon, waiting for the rams to move to a spot THE WATSON RIVER COUNTRY 165 where, after crossing the cafion, I could approach them. Finally, when it was too late to stalk them, both rose and stood rigid, looking at the country below. No sight of animals in the American wilderness is quite so wonderful and inspiring as the mountain ram standing erect on his beloved crag and gazing at the wild country below him. Soon they began to feed indifferently on the very walls of the pinnacle, and then descended and walked along, pick- ing at weeds and grass until they wandered a few yards upward under some cliffs. Darkness was approaching and I had to act. I purposely aimed four feet above the larger one, in order to strike the cliffs so that he might pessibly run toward me, and fired. At the sound of the rifle, both jumped to an alert position and looked down- ward. Another shot, and the larger ram gave a spring, and, followed by the smaller one, ran fifty yards along the slope and over the crest. My plan had failed and I was disgusted that I had not aimed straight at the ram. It was dusk when I reached the woods at the lower end of the lake, and about dark as I neared the brook at the inlet. When near the bank, I was startled to see a dark, shadowy object jump into some thick brush not eight feet from me, but instantly recognizing a lynx, I fired at it. Advancing two steps, what did I see but the dim outline of another crouching low on the ground five feet in front of me, too frightened to expose itself and flee. Quickly pointing my rifle at it, without even seeing the sights, I fired and killed it, driving the bullet through the middle of its body. After skinning it, I proceeded, fol- lowing a terrace almost overhanging the shore of the lake. 166 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON It was full moonlight. The wind had stopped, the sky was clear, and the woods were hushed and still. Now and then a duck quacked; more often a muskrat splashed, and everywhere I saw the silvery ripples of the water as they swam about. The border of ice attached to the shores glittered in the soft light, and the crystal waters of the lake mysteriously reflected the massive form of Mount Gray towering among the snow-clad summits, mystic and imposing under the golden light. All about through the silent, desolate woods, the hoots of the great- horned owls sounded; white phantom forms of rabbits continually flitted about as I slowly advanced. Reaching camp I found that Johnson and Schnabel had seen the same band of ewes again, but had been unable to approach them. October 20.—While scanning through my glasses the slopes of Mount Gray the next morning, what was my surprise to see a small ram feeding low on the slope two miles to the south! I watched it for an hour as it fed slowly upward, but no other appeared. I was certain that he was the smaller of the two which I had stalked the day before. Without having suspected it, my second shot must have hit the larger one and he was evidently dead. I went to the lower end of the lake, climbed the mountain, found a way over the crest, searched every- where, but could not find a sign of him, the wind having filled the tracks with snow. It was dark when I returned to camp. Johnson had seen nothing. October 21.—The next day we left, caught the train, and reached Whitehorse in the evening. THE WATSON RIVER COUNTRY 167 A few grizzlies and black bears wander about that section of the Watson River country, but moose and cari- bou seldom range there. Now, alas! Mining prospects are being worked, and the sheep are practically exter- minated. A sight of big game is only to be obtained twenty or thirty miles farther to the west. October 24.—I sailed from Skagway on the steamer Cottage City, and left that wonderful country where I had passed the summer. The voyage down the coast was delightful, and continually enlivened by the hosts of gulls that followed the steamer. 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Xf THE KATZEHIN RIVER IN ALASKA—r1905 Durinec the month of May, in the year 1905, I had been hunting the big bears on Montague Island, which stretches across the entrance to Prince William Sound in Alaska. On my return I had reached Skagway June 3, with the intention of leaving immediately for the Upper Pelly River. By previous correspondence I had engaged accommodations for myself, another man, and our equip- ment, on the little river steamer Quick which, by the terms of a contract made with the trading post—Nahanni House—at the mouth of the Ross River, was scheduled to leave Selkirk June 10, for the purpose of conveying a year’s supply of provisions and trading goods to the post. On my arrival in Skagway, I received a letter from the captain, informing me that the date of leaving had been deferred and was uncertain. This led to a corre- spondence which kept me in uncertainty for more than a month; and, finally, I was obliged to give up waiting for the Quick and go to Dawson, to try and make other arrangements for transportation up the Pelly. In the meanwhile, I remained in the vicinity of Skag- way, quite uncertain, not only of the outcome of my con- tinued efforts to get definite information from the captain 171 172 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YURON of the Quick, but also of my attempts to arrange else- where for transportation. During that anxious period, I made two short trips for the purpose of fishing for graylings in the lakes and rivers beyond the summit of White Pass, both with in- different success; and also a third trip up the Katzehin River, to find black bears, which were said to be numer- ous there, and to see the white goats, which are very abundant in the mountains. June 14.—My friend C. E. Wynn-Johnson and I started on this trip by going first to Haines Mission in a small steamer, which later brought us to the mouth of the Katzehin, a glacial river entering Lynn Canal sixteen miles below Skagway. About noon we were landed at low tide well out on the sand flats, and immediately began to track our Peterborough canoe up one of the numerous channels of the river. The Katzehin River flows from the Meade Glacier which lies in ranges fifteen miles from the coast. With a heavy volume of water, it rushes in abrupt descent through a wide glacial valley, the floor of which has been smoothed by the swift waters to a rough bar, over which the river divides into numerous channels, nearly all indis- tinguishable from the main one. After working through the flats, which at low tide cover an area of several square miles, and entering the main river where it flows in a single channel for half a mile or more, we were immediately enclosed by high mountains which surround the valley. Above this, sev- eral channels were encountered, all flowing to a junction, THE KATZEHIN RIVER IN ALASKA we and each again dividing at intervals in such a way as to form many large creeks running parallel over the entire surface of the wide, continuous bar. Then began as difficult a task of tracking a canoe as I have ever experi- enced. The water was one continual, swift riffle, and it required all of our combined strength to pull the boat against it. We could not select the right channel and kept hauling on the line until, after having proceeded from two hundred yards to a quarter of a mile, the water be- came so shallow that it was necessary to retreat and try another channel until the right one was found. In this way we progressed until midnight before camping, and again all the next day, gaining only ten miles to a point where the river bends sharply toward the glacier, then four miles distant. There we made camp on the bank of a clear creek, emerging from a cafion, evidently flow- ing from a lake high up in the mountains and entering the Katzehin River at the curve. High, rugged moun- tains with precipitous slopes and sharp, serried crests, broken into spires and pinnacles, reared up very close on both sides of us. The following morning I started north along the slope of a mountain, while Johnson went in an easterly direc- tion. Two bands of goats, each numbering fifteen or twenty, were feeding in a grassy space near the crest above me, and I watched them more or less all day. Not having a permit to shoot one out of season, I did not attempt to go after them. It would have been quite possible to have stalked them, although that mountain, like all others of the coast ranges near the Katzehin River, was exceed- 174 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON ingly difficult to surmount because of its steep slopes. The goats remained near the green pastures all day, alternately feeding and lying down; but now and then one would climb a sheer precipice, apparently for no other reason than sport, and soon return again to the band. Inno sense were they alert or watchful, like sheep, and I seldom saw one raise its head to look about. During the whole day, only one old track of a black bear was seen, and that was in the bottom of a canon. The woods were exceedingly dense, filled with willow, alder, and devils club. In places, the latter, so thick that it was impenetrable, formed the most serious obstacle to progress everywhere on the slopes below timber-line. In no part of the northern coast country have I seen devils club so dense. Johnson, after a long tramp, had seen nothing but goats. The next day we started for the Meade Glacier, which loomed up at the head of the valley, seamed, tur- retted, and spired. It required two and a half hours to cross the several channels of the river, since we were obliged to walk back and forth to find fording places, and the wading through the stiff current was attended with much danger. Goats were scattered about high on the mountains to the east, both singly and in small bands, many of them feeding on the walls of cliffs, others browsing among the second growth well down on the slopes. Now and then one would appear apparently glued to the perpendicular wall of a peak, which it would slowly climb, and on reach- ing the top would loom up against the sky-line. Arriving THE KATZEHIN RIVER IN ALASKA 175 at the glacier, which was practically a mountain of ice, I climbed up at one side, and, crossing deep crevasses bridged here and there by narrow walls of ice, climbing up and down the pinnacles of the irregular surface, trav- elled two miles back into the ice world, which continues, perhaps, a hundred miles or more behind the coast range. Evidences of life were limited to a few old black bear tracks seen on the bars, and a porcupine observed close to a channel of the river. We tramped about the next day without seeing any- thing but goats, and, June 19, placed our canoe in the main channel of the river and raced to the mouth in an hour and a half. The tide was low and we had to wait until afternoon, when the small steamer came to bring us back to Skagway. Soon after starting, I saw a most in- teresting sight. Bald eagles and gulls were very numer- ous about the flats, and as we were coasting a mile out from the shore, a gull, hotly pusued by an eagle, flew rapidly by the steamer. Soon a second eagle joined the chase, and thenathird. For half an hour we watched the gull trying to escape the death pursuit, until finally it suc- ceeded. One of the eagles would directly chase it, the other two at the same time flying in a parallel course, one on each side, twenty-five yards distant. The middle eagle with long, sweeping wing-beats, would rapidly gain on the gull until near enough to swoop, with talons extended to seize it. But the gull would suddenly dodge by making a rapid dive or a quick, perpendicular ascent, when the momentum of the eagle would carry it far beyond. Then one of the other eagles would quickly swing around 176 THE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER YUKON and resume the chase as the first aggressor was returning to a flanking position. Again and again an eagle would gain, swoop, and miss, as the active gull successfully dodged, until at length when all were approaching the shore, the eagles gave up the chase and alighted on trees, while the gull wheeled and disappeared among the other gulls flying over the flats. CHAPTER XIl THE PELLY RIVER—1905 Havine stopped at both Whitehorse and Selkirk in the hope of finding a means of transportation up the Pelly, I arrived in Dawson July 12, where good luck at last came to me. It had just been decided to send the steamer Vidette— the patrol-boat of the North-west Mounted Police—up the Pelly on an inspection trip, for the purpose of investigat- ing the condition of the Indians and of gathering as much information as possible about the trappers and the country. My friend, Major Zachary Taylor Wood, com- mander of all the Police in the Yukon Territory, invited me to go on the Vidette as a guest, and it was to leave Selkirk July 17. Major Wood, who had been command- ing officer in the Territory from the days of the first rush into Dawson, was keenly interested in science and natu- ral history, and had taken special interest in my trips. In every way he assisted me, and it is owing to his courtesy more than anything else, that I was enabled to carry out the plans for that summer, which had long be- fore been decided upon. The next night I boarded the steamer Dawson and reached Selkirk the morning of July 17, to find the Vidette already there, under the command of Captain 177 178 - [HE WILDERNESS OF THE UPPER, YUROW John Taylor, of the North-west Mounted Police, whom Major Wood had detailed to make the Pelly River in- spection. Besides the regular captain, pilot, and crew of the Vidette, several trappers and prospectors, who had come down the Pelly early in the summer to get pro- visions, were there waiting for the boat to start, and thoroughly happy at the generosity of Major Wood, who had asked them to join the boat as guests of the govern- ment, thus saving the long, hard journey which they would have had if they had been obliged to pole and track their loaded canoes up the river. Tom Jeffries, a tall, broad-shouldered French Cana- dian, whom I had engaged to accompany me for the summer, was there waiting for me. He had passed his early life among the lumber camps in Eastern Canada, and following his vocation had gradually drifted west- ward until the Klondike rush, when he joined that ex- cited crowd of gold-seekers. He, like so many others, had wandered about the Yukon Territory in the hope of locating a good prospect, until, after repeated failures, he had taken to trapping for the purpose of getting a grub-stake in order to again indulge the never-fading hope of finding gold. Though not a hunter, he was a thorough woodsman and was reputed to rank among the best canoemen in the whole country. Also, he had spent one winter on the banks of the Pelly opposite the Glenlyon Mountains, where, later in the fall, I intended to look for sheep. 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