196 CAMP-FIRES IN THE CANADIAN ROCKIES 



corner of the slate roof. By reaching far down with 

 my left foot I succeeded in getting one good foot-hold, 

 but I had to double my other leg under me and lean 

 forward upon my knee. After considerable work I broke 

 off pieces of rotten rock, and built up a fair sort of a 

 camera rest, supporting half of it upon my knee. The 

 top slab of my stone-pile projected beyond the face of 

 the cliff, so that between goat and camera there was no 

 obstruction whatever. 



" To my amazement and joy, during all this time the 

 goat paid no attention to me, but stood there as calm and 

 cool as an icicle. He really seemed to be enjoying his 

 view of the scenery. 



" After I had my camera set, I took a picture of him 

 with his head slightly turned away, then I began to talk 

 to him in a soothing voice, calling to him, ' Hey, Billy! ' 

 when he deigned to turn his head and look at me. Mack 

 heard me talking to him, and called down, — as evidence 

 that he was near, — 'He don't know his name! You 

 might as well call him Mike! ' 



" This was the best chance I had with that animal ; 

 but by that time it was late and the light was not very 

 favorable. However, I gave him time exposures, and 

 got some very fair results. Every now and then the old 

 fellow would stick out his tongue at me, and once I took 

 a snapshot expressly to show that, but the result was not 

 very good. 



" After using up the six films in the camera, I swung 

 it on my back and attempted to edge back from the face 

 of the precipice. Then to my dismay I discovered that 



