THE TRIP TO THE OGILVIE ROCKIES 21 



around the brim of the hat, ready to drop instantly when 

 needed. 



Following caribou and sheep trails I gradually as- 

 cended to the top of the mountain and, not seeing fresh 

 signs, seated myself and scanned the whole country about, 

 but not an animal was visible. As all my hopes had 

 been based on finding sheep on the divide ranges, I was 

 not disappointed, and the scene was a compensation. 

 The mountains extended in all directions, range after 

 range, peak after peak, dome after dome. There were 

 whole mountains in red; others of white limestone, re- 

 lieved in places by streaks of iron-stained red rock, shin- 

 ing in the sun; there were snow cornices glistening un- 

 der every crest and precipice; bands of snow streaking 

 the slopes, interspersed with bright patches of green 

 a vast sea of ridges, basins, rock masses, and jagged 

 crests all blending in wonderful harmony above the 

 timbered valley of the curving stream. It was my first 

 view from a summit of the Ogilvie Rockies. During my 

 descent the fresh tracks of a cow and calf moose were 

 seen at the head of a canon, and at eleven I came into 

 camp. The others had seen no sheep signs. 



