Hunting in Many Lands 



from your slender foothold, was simply inde- 

 scribable. 



After crossing the shelf and eating our 

 lunch in the mouth of the first or left-hand 

 chimney, we attacked the upper wall. Fol- 

 lowing up the chimney a short distance, we 

 found at last a narrow ledge leading to the 

 right, and, creeping around on it, I looked into 

 the right-hand chimney above its forbidding 

 mouth. It led as a broad, almost easy, stair- 

 case clear to the top of the wall above, and 

 for the first time we felt as if our king were 

 really ours. 



Six or seven hundred feet more of steady 

 work, and we could feel the summit breeze 

 beginning to blow down the narrow mouth of 

 the chimney. Billy was then sent to the front, 

 and at half past one the first Piegan stepped 

 out on the summit of the Chief Mountain. 



It is a long ridge of disintegrated rock, 

 flanked at either end by lower rounded tur- 

 rets, and at its highest part is no wider than a 

 New England stone wall. On the opposite 

 western side the cliffs fell away as on our own, 

 but they seemed shorter, were composed of 

 looser rock, and far down below we could see 

 steep slopes of shale meeting them part way. 



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