hid the dogs in the beds, but canine curiosity was too strong, and every now and then a dog would stick his head out and bark. Crack would go the revolver, half a dozen more dogs would break out simultaneously, and it would be bowwow, crack, crack, until the revolver was empty.
In this way the dog pest was kept down and the sheep were given some chance for their lives.
There was naturally a very limited market, and not much variety in food, and salt salmon and potatoes grew tiresome.
The only thing that made living possible was that wild game was abundant and cheap. A few charges of gunpowder and shot would buy a fine wild duck or goose, a single charge of gunpowder would buy a forty-pound salmon, and an Indian would sometimes come in with his
