231 CAMP-FIRES IN THE CANADIAN ROCKIES 



A little later I grew careless, and fell a short fall 

 with great violence, but fortunately landed full length 

 upon some small stems. I thought my rifle stock was 

 smashed to bits, but it came up unbroken. 



At last, however, we got out of the down timber, out 

 of the five-mile forest of young jack pines that lies below 

 it, and down into the valley of Elk River. 



All's well that ends well. 



