90 CAMP-FIRES IN THE CANADIAN ROCKIES 



in length. But in height he was tall, for he stood forty- 

 two inches at the shoulders, with the foreleg pushed up 

 where it belongs in a standing animal. 



Mr. Phillips's Carnegie Museum goat was the heavi- 

 est one shot on that trip, its gross weight being two hun- 

 dred and seventy-six pounds. 



Charlie decided to roll the skinned carcass of my 

 goat down the mountain, if possible within rifle-shot of 

 the highest point of green timber, in the hope that a 

 grizzly might find it, and thereby furnish a shot. He 

 cut of? the legs at the knees, and started the body rolling 

 on the sky-pasture, end over end. It went like a wheel, 

 whirling down at a terrific rate, sometimes jumping fifty 

 feet. It went fully a quarter of a mile before it reached 

 a small basin, and stopped. The other carcass, also, was 

 rolled down. It went sidewise, like a bag of grain, and 

 did not roll quite as far as the other. 



By the time we had finished our work on the goats, — 

 no trifling task, — night was fast approaching, and leav- 

 ing all the heads, skins and meat for the morrow, we 

 started for our new camp, five miles away. 



We went down the meadow (thank goodness!), and 

 soon struck the green timber; and then we went on down, 

 down, and still farther down, always at thirty degrees, 

 until it seemed to me we never would stop going down, 

 never reach the bottom and the trail. But everything 

 earthly has an end. At the end of a very long stretch of 

 plunging and sliding, we reached Avalanche Creek, and 

 drank deeply of the icy-cold water for which we had so 

 long been athirst. 



