28 CAMP-FIRES IN THE CANADIAN ROCKIES 



we reached the bushes and cobble-stones which indicated 

 the bottom of the valley. 



At its widest, the valley was only about seventy-five 

 feet wide, and about half of it was occupied by the swiftly 

 racing stream. Three hundred yards above our landing- 

 place, a cataract, about thirty feet high by fifty feet wide, 

 poured a torrent of foam down a series of ragged steps 

 worn in the edge of a thick bed of decomposing shale. 

 The incline was about 60 degrees, and the volume of 

 water churned itself into froth the moment it made its 

 first plunge. On the south side of the falls the shale 

 steps offer a very good footway to the top. 



This picturesque waterfall was discovered by Pro- 

 fessor Henry F. Osborn and his family, only three weeks 

 previous to our visit, and named in honor of Miss Jose- 

 phine Osborn, a sweet maid in her teens, who caught the 

 largest trout thus far recorded from that spot. During 

 the two days' stay of the Osborn family in that romantic 

 spot, they had the novel pleasure of feeding bread from 

 their luncheon to a small flock of harlequin ducks that 

 were disporting in the pool at the foot of the falls. 



There are two other falls a short distance above 

 Josephine Falls, but we did not take time to visit them. 



But the fishing! Do not think, patient Reader, that 

 we lost any time after our arrival in looking at scenery 

 of any kind. It seemed to me, however, that many pre- 

 cious moments were wasted in getting out our fly-books, 

 and reels, and in putting things together. 



"Try a cast in there," said Charlie, indicating a 

 section of the stream where the swift current was all 



