1 62 CAMP-FIRES IN THE CANADIAN ROCKIES 



keep from drifting down to the very edge of the preci- 

 pice that yawned only twenty-five feet to leeward. We 

 were glad to get under the lee of Bald Mountain, where 

 the fierce blast that concentrated on that bleak pass could 

 not strike us with its full force. 



At last we reached the lake we named in honor of 

 Kaiser. Dismounting in a grassy hollow that was shel- 

 tered from the wind, we quickly stripped the saddles from 

 our horses and picketed the animals so that they could 

 graze. Then, catching up our rifles, cameras, and a very 

 slim parcel of luncheon, we set out past the lake for the 

 ridge that rises beyond it. 



The timber on the ridge was very thin, and we could 

 see through it for a hundred yards or more. As we 

 climbed, we looked sharply all about, for it seemed very 

 probable that a grizzly might be lying beside a log in 

 the fitful sunshine that struck the southern face of the 

 hill. Of course, as prudent hunters, we were prepared 

 to see a grizzly that was above us, and big, and danger- 

 ous, — three conditions that guarantee an interesting ses- 

 sion whenever they come together. 



Dog Kaiser was peremptorily ordered to follow us, 

 which he did with a degree of intelligent obedience that 

 would have shamed many a man. He is what is called 

 a " slow trailer," which means that in following big game 

 he either keeps close behind his master, or else goes 

 ahead so slowly that it is possible for the latter to keep 

 up with him, and see the game before the dog disturbs it. 



We reached the crest of the ridge, without having 

 seen a bear, and with the utmost caution stalked on down 



