urer, assessor, and tax collector of Dawson City; and this
is what he says:

"I want to say at the very outset that the Yukon was, in my opinion at
least, one of the most orderly corners of the earth. Even in the early
days of the boom, when miners and adventurers of all nationalities
poured in, the scales of justice were held firmly and rigidly. The
spell of the Mounted Police hung over the snow-bound land and checked
the evil-doer. It may sound ridiculous when I assert that the
Yukon--that gathering spot of so much of the scum of the earth--was
better policed than Winnipeg, or Toronto, or Halifax; but,
nevertheless, I believe it to be a fact.

"Of course, crimes were committed, some of which were never solved.
Doubtless, also many deeds of violence occurred whose authors never
came to light. But, on the whole, life and property were surprisingly
secure. One day I visited the cabin of my friend Lippy, who made a
million or so upon El Dorado. The door was partly open, so, on
receiving no response to my knock, I walked in. The cabin was empty.
On the table was a five-gallon pail heaped high with glittering nuggets
of gold! I glanced around the place. On the shelves and rafters, on
chairs and under bunks, were cans filled with gold. There was a snug
fortune in sight. Any one could have slipped in and stolen the lot. I
took Lippy to task about it when he came in. He did not seem at all
concerned, however.

"Pshaw," he said, "I always have quite a lot of gold about. But no one
would steal it. I've never lost anything."

But as the Yukon and New York are a long way from where Oo-koo-hoo was
hunting, let us return to his Moose Hills.

THE WAYS OF THE MOOSE

Moose mate in September and October, and during this period great
battles between bulls frequently occur before the victor walks off with
his hard-won spouse. The young--either one or two, but generally two
after the mother's first experience--are born in May, in some secluded
spot, and the calves soon begin to follow their mother about, and they
follow her, too, into their second year. Horns begin to grow on the
young bull before he is a year old, but they are mere knobs until he is
a year and a half old, when spikes form; by the third year he is
supplied with antlers. The perfect antlers of a big bull sometimes
measure seventy inches across, yet every winter--in January or
February--the horns are shed. During the mating season moose are
frequ