Close to us-in fact all around us-lay the Buffalo Reserve and although we had not as yet seen any buffalo, we had seen tracks many times. Some groceries had to be hauled to one of the Ranger’s cabins and two trains of dogs were necessary owing to the depth of snow.
Mr. McDougall—the Government Agent asked me could I accompany Willie McNeill, the Chief Ranger, hauling groceries etc—with my dogs. I accepted. The journey lay from Fort Smith, 25 miles West along our own winter trail, but from that point we had 25 miles of trail to break that is, no one had been that way and we would have to run ahead of the dogs, tramping down the snow
