PHOTOGRAPHING A MOUNTAIN GOAT 185 



camera, the dog, and my big gun in order to kill the goat 

 if he attacked me. 



" After crossing the narrow flat of Avalanche Creek, 

 we struck up the long, grassy slide directly opposite our 

 camp. At first its slope was about twenty degrees, but 

 this gradually increased until finally, where it struck the 

 slide-rock, it almost stood on end. We reached the slide- 

 rock about 2 P.M., after which the going was harder than 

 ever. Gradually we worked our way out of the slide on 

 to a high, rocky point which rose toward the south. 



" Although lightly clad, we were by that time very 

 warm. I had taken off my hunting shirt, and hung it upon 

 my back, and opened the sides of my knickerbockers. 

 Inside and out, we needed all the air we could get. I 

 wore that day a pair of light golf shoes with rubber soles, 

 tipped at the toes and heels with leather in which were 

 fixed some small steel nails. These soles were very flex- 

 ible, and adjusted themselves so well to the inequalities of 

 the rocks that I could jump, and stick where I lit. Mack 

 said: 'With them foot-riggin's, you shore kin go whar 

 a bar kin! ' Mack was not so well equipped as to foot- 

 gear, having on an old pair of shoes with turned-up toes, 

 set with nails that were much worn. This handicapped 

 him on the bare rocks. 



" ' It's about time Cookie wiggled that rag, to show 

 us whar that goat is,' said Mack as we seated ourselves 

 to rest, and took out our glasses. 



" Sure enough. In a few minutes we saw Huddleston 

 out on the green flat in front of the tents, waving vigor- 

 ously; and from his signals we knew that the goat was 



