1 8 CAMP-FIRES IN THE CANADIAN ROCKIES 



and half a mile high. It is called Sheep Mountain, be- 

 cause of the notable rams of Ovis canadensis which Mr. 

 Phillips and his boon companions, Smith, Norboe and 

 Jack Lewis, have killed and eaten upon its rock-ribbed 

 sides. John never will forget his first ram, an inexperi- 

 enced young creature, chased and shot on the central 

 summit, late in October, with the wind blowing cold and 

 strong, when he and Jack Lewis were benighted on the 

 rocky top, without blankets or food. Later on he told 

 me the whole story. 



At mid-day we halted for luncheon opposite a moun- 

 tain which rises directly north of Sheep Mountain, and 

 separated from it only by the narrow rift through which 

 Pass Creek flows westward into the Elk. It is about four 

 miles long, its height is about the same as Sheep Moun- 

 tain, and by reason of its isolation it is clear-cut and 

 monumental. I asked its name, and the men all admitted, 

 with apologies, that it had none. Then Mr. Phillips 

 announced, with convincing emphasis, that it should be 

 named in my honor; and it was so set down. 



This was a very complimentary proposition, but on 

 the oflicial maps of British Columbia, the motion will 

 hardly prevail. The local authorities will not tamely 

 submit to the naming of so fine a mountain after a mythi- 

 cal eastern " tourist." Nevertheless, for the brief month 

 that we were in those wilds, that mountain was always 

 spoken of in our party as my mountain, and I have at 

 least known — for thirty days — how it feels to have a tall 

 namesake of Nature's fashioning for my very own. 



Mile after mile, the wagon-trail led us along an ever- 



