Identifier: trailstrampsinal01thom (find matches)
Title: Trails and tramps in Alaska and Newfoundland
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Thomas, William S., 1858- (from old catalog)
Subjects: Hunting Birds
Publisher: New York, London, G. P. Putnam's sons
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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adquarters for some time. Taking a stroll a little way up the beachwe were agreeably surprised to find we hadneighbors, and were interested to know whothey were and what they were doing. Onesuggested prospectors, another hunters; inthe meantime, while we were looking at theiroutfit for a suggestion, a collection of stonesin the niche of a tree, the skull of a rodent,an insect or two, answered the question be-yond the shadow of a doubt,—a naturalistin pursuit of data that the world might bebenefited by his researches. The followingday his packer came into camp with a beauti-ful specimen of Balls sheep (Ovis dalli nelsofi).We then learned that it was Mr. Bell, fromthe University of Minneapolis. We left camp for the top of the mountain,every man with his pack. The tramp alongthe trail was interesting, leading as it didthrough spruce, birch, and cottonwood untilwe reached the end, where we were obligedto push through low alder and devils clubs.The latter average about one inch in thick-
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CO uo a> 148 Big Game on Kenai Peninsula ness, and in this locality grow as high as amans head. They are usually straight andbranchless, of a yellowish-green color, and arethickly covered with slender sharp spinesthat readily penetrate the clothing and causegreat discomfort to one who undertakes topass through a thicket. The ascent was very steep from this pointuntil we reached the altitude of little sticks.One of the Nimrods was in advance a shortdistance, and so anxious was he to reach thesheep country that he went off the trail andhad to be recalled. But his aggressivenesswas short-lived, and long before midday hewas shouting at the top of his voice from therear end of the string of packs, Wait! Wait!You re going too d— fast! In a short timewe ran into a bees nest, and you should haveseen the party scatter to get out of raidingdistance of the nest, every man for himself,packs bouncing, hats waving, all shoutinguntil we reached a safe distance. As we ascended the mountain the m

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