70 CAMP-FIRES IN THE CANADIAN ROCKIES 



wings and tails flashed and fluttered for a hundred yards, 

 then dropped among the stones. Instantly the mountain 

 views were forgotten, and there began a long series of 

 manoeuvres to photograph the birds. Mack Norboe was 

 detailed to herd the birds, and hold them from stamped- 

 ing while the camera man worked within close range. 



Shot after shot was made, sometimes at fifteen feet, 

 and at least ten times the birds flew because they were 

 too closely pressed. The difficulty lay in the bad light, 

 and the inability of the camera to differentiate the bodies 

 of the birds from the stones. The pictures were not 

 successful, and in lieu of them Mr. Phillips offers a 

 photograph of a single female ptarmigan, in summer 

 plumage, herded by Mr. G. N. Monro, at a distance of 

 about five feet. 



PHOTOGRAPHING MOUNTAIN SHEEP 



I shall always remember the date, — September ii, — 

 because that date once was the wedding-day of a Lady 

 whom I know. 



We had decided to leave Goat Pass on that day, 

 move southward about ten miles, and make a new camp 

 in the picturesque valley of Avalanche Creek. In order 

 to lose no sportsman's opportunity, it was decided that 

 Mr. Phillips, Charlie, and I should go ahead on foot, 

 hunting by the way, and that the others should follow 

 on with the pack-train, as soon as it could be made ready. 



For the second time in my hunting experience, a 

 strange coincidence was brought about by the desire of 

 a brother sportsman to show me the exact spot whereon 



