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pares with copper!

After four hours of steady climbing
we reached the cirque that lies directly
below the lookout tower on the south
side of it. There was only another
thousand feet to climb, up a trail
which took the steep pitch in a series
of long switchbacks. As the altitude of
the top is 6,630 feet above sea level,
and the date was early October, a
chill wind blew around the tower
most of the time we were there. It
was just about timberline, only a few
scraggy Alpine balsam having  suffi-
cient hardihood to resist the arctic
weather experienced for over half the
year.

Our Hopes Raised

Bert being a man who loved his
profession, was always on the lookout
for game. Our job included erecting
signals on various high points within
a few miles radius, and the first day
we engaged in this activity we saw our
first buck. That day we didn’t bother
to carry the rifle, but I had a .38 re-
volver. As Bert and I came around the
corner of a grove of spruce, he
grasped my arm and pointed at a two-
pointer standing in the lee of a big
rock, about 100 feet from us. Where-
upon I started giving an exhibition of
very poor shooting. Evidently the
deer had as little respect for the
quality of my marksmanship as it de-
served, for he just stood there quietly
while I emptied the gun,

This experience raised our hopes of
taking home a deer considerably.
From then on we carried the rifle.
A day or two later we were heading
for a signal previously erected to take
some observations, when Bert, who
was in the lead, put up his hand as a
signal to stop. He got out the rifle
from where he had been carrying it
back of his saddle and dismounted,
while Doug and I took his horse with
ours below the crest of the hill. This
was in a burnt out area, quite open,
with only an occasional dead stub to
obstruct the view. After tying the
horses to convenient windfalls, we
cautiously sneaked up over the hill
just in time to see Bert draw a bead
on a beautiful four-pointer feeding
about a hundred yards away. He
bounded off slowly after the shot,
obviously hit. Two more brought him
to the ground, and while Doug and
I did our job at the signal station, a
few yards distant, Bert removed the
entrails and cut off the legs at the

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knee. It took the three of us to get |
the carcass on the horse’s back, and _
then Bert demonstrated how to tie q
buck on a saddle to pack it out.

Fresh Meat Was Real Treat

Doug elected to walk back to camp,
as, of course, the deer was a good load
for the one horse, and Bert and I rode
the two remaining. That night we ate
liver and onions for supper; and the
fresh meat was a real treat, for we
had been using nothing but canned
stuff since we had left the valley. It
was now up to one of us to get the
next deer, as in the Tulameen district
only one deer is allowed on one
license, consequently Bert’s license
was filled.

The chance came in another few
days; we were riding along a high
ridge, overlooking a large burnt over
area covered with good feed, when
Bert suggested that Doug have a look
over it with his binoculars. Sure
enough, deer were spotted about half
a mile away from us and perhaps five
hundred feet lower. Doug took the
rifle and we rode back into the tim-
ber, taking a round-about way to
keep back out of sight. When we got
near where the game had _ been
sighted, Bert posted me at a place
where I could scare the deer back and
he and Doug rode on to come upon
them from the other side.

It seemed like a long time before
I heard a shot, quickly followed by a
second. After a long pause, came a
third; it had a sort of final sound to
it, I imagined; as if it had been the
coup de grace that ended the
wounded deer’s flight. Soon after, a
long whistle called me to join the
others. When I came out into the
open, Doug was standing over a four-
pointer about the same size as the
one Bert had shot.

This time it was my turn to walk;
so Doug started off to ready the last
station we had to do before leaving
for the valley and our base camp.
Before he left, however, he helped
pack the deer on a horse. Bert and I
started back up over the spur of Mt.
Thynne from which we had _ first
sighted the feeding deer. Reaching the
trail that led down from Mt. Thynne,
we relieved the horse of its load, so
that we could pick it up the next day
on our way out to civilization.

The next morning we started for
the valley, and just in time, too, for
we left the lookout in a snowstorm.

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