On Snow-Shoes to the Barren Grounds - Twenty-Eight Hundred Miles After Musk-Oxen and Wood-Bison #229985

And why I turned my face towards a country which seemed to hold naught for the traveller but hardship? Well — certainly to hunt musk-ox, the most inaccessible game in the world, and to look upon his habitat at the period of its uttermost desolation; certainly also to study the several tribes of Indians through which I must pass on my way to the Barren Grounds; and en route to hunt wood bison, undoubtedly now become the rarest game in the world; Possibly, too, I went that I might for a time escape the hum and routine sordidness of the City, and breathe air which was not surcharged with convention and Civilization.