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. 



