The Wapiti 207 



Late one afternoon in the fall of 90 Ferguson and 

 I clambered down into the canyon, with a couple 

 of rods, and in an hour caught all the fish we could 

 carry. It then lacked much less than an hour of 

 nightfall, and we had a hard climb to get out of 

 the canyon before darkness overtook us; as there 

 was not a vestige of a path, and as the climbing 

 was exceedingly laborious, and at one or two points 

 not entirely without danger, the rocks being prac 

 ticable in very few places, we could hardly have 

 made much progress after it became too dark to 

 see. Each of us carried the bag of trout in turn, 

 and I personally was nearly done out when we 

 reached the top; and then had to trot three miles to 

 the horses. 



