PHOTOGRAPHING MOUNTAIN SHEEP 71 



a strange thing had happened to him. As we shoul- 

 dered our rifles and climbed the hill south of our tents, 

 Mr. Phillips said, " Now, Director, if you will come 

 with me, I will show you where I corralled those goats 

 and photographed them, the day we arrived here." I 

 had previously expressed a desire to examine the spot, 

 in order to see where the goats had stood at bay and 

 unwillingly leaped down. 



We soon topped the crest of the ridge, and started 

 down the long and steep western slope which constitutes 

 the Bull River side of the divide. We were just below 

 timber-line, and the mountain-side was thinly covered 

 with stunted white spruces, half of them dead. Far 

 below us lay a deep, round basin, like a gigantic wash- 

 bowl set between the peaks. The bottom of this basin 

 was half covered with a beautiful growth of dark-green 

 timber, into which the growth upon our mountain-side 

 climbed down and merged. 



In going down a mountain, I think the distance al- 

 ways is greater than one expects. Mr. Phillips led us 

 down, down, and still farther down, and steeper all the 

 while, until the slope seemed interminable; and then we 

 reached the top of a rock bluff which cropped out and 

 ran along the mountain-side from south to north. 



" There," said he, pausing at last. " It was right here 

 that Kaiser rounded up those goats for me, at the top of 

 this wall. You see, if it hadn't been for that perpen- 

 dicular drop of eight feet, the band would have gone on 

 down, immediately. Do you see that dead tree? Well, 

 they bunched up behind that, with Kaiser on that side, 



