Her mind was a wild and beautiful riot of imagination, of wonder, and of happiness, and in spite of the grimness of the mission they were on even MacDonald found himself rejoicing in her spirit, and he laughed and talked with them as they rode into the North.
They were entering now into a hunter's paradise.

For the first time Joanne saw white, moving dots far up on a mountain-side, which MacDonald told her were goats.

In the afternoon they saw mountain sheep feeding on a slide half a mile away, and for ten breathless minutes Joanne watched them through the telescope.

Twice caribou sped over the opens ahead of them.

But it was not until the sun was settling toward the west again that Joanne saw what she had been vainly searching the sides of the mountains to find.
MacDonald had stopped suddenly in the trail, motioning them to advance.
When they rode up to him he pointed to a green slope two hundred yards ahead.
"There's yo'r grizzly, Joanne," he said.
A huge, tawny beast was ambling slowly along the crest of the slope, and at sight of him Joanne gave a little cry of excitement.
"He's hunting for gophers," explained MacDonald.
"That's why he don't seem in a hurry.