74 CAMP-FIRES IN THE CANADIAN ROCKIES 



would be a mile away. No one dreamed of seeing them 

 again. But suddenly, like a bolt out of the blue, we 

 heard, 



"Ah, woo! woo! woo!" 



It was the voice of Kaiser, only a few yards away, 

 coming up from the rocks below. 



"By jove! Kaiser has stopped those sheep on the 

 goat rocks! " 



"We'll photograph 'em, Charlie! Get out your 

 camera, quick, and come on!" said Mr. Phillips. 



In two minutes we were peering over the edge of the 

 precipice, in an effort to locate the subjects. 



" They're right down there. If one of you go down 

 there, and the other this way, you'll get them right be- 

 tween your two cameras!" 



" This is good enough for me! " said Charlie, swing- 

 ing himself over the edge into a perfectly frightful situa- 

 tion. " I see them! I see them! " 



Mr. Phillips scrambled down the other way, in a 

 most reckless fashion. 



" Now, boys," said No. 3, " for goodness sake, mind 

 your footing; and don't fall down that wall for a million 

 old pictures! " 



Those two dare-devils went down to positions on that 

 precipice that I would not have ventured with a camera 

 for any pictures, heads or horns ever taken, or that ever 

 will be taken. If empty-handed, it would not have been 

 quite so bad; but to see them "monkeying around" on 

 the face of a treacherous precipice, handicapped with 

 cameras, relying solely upon their feet to hold them 



