7 a CAMP-FIRES IN THE CANADIAN ROCKIES 



me on this side, and the eight-foot drop below. They 

 didn't like to take that jump, probably because of the 

 kids. Well, Kaiser held them from getting away on his 

 side, and I exposed on them all the films I had, right 

 from this old dead stub. I leaned against it until it 

 cracked, and I feared it might go over with me." 



" And what did the goats do, finally? " 



" At last the old ones got their courage up, and gin- 

 gerly jumped off; and the kids had to follow suit. The 

 nannies and yearlings landed on their feet, and their 

 momentum carried them on, slipping and sliding head- 

 long down the rest of the way [about fifty feet]. You 

 see, the rest of it is not quite perpendicular, and they 

 slid down very well, of course holding back with their 

 feet wherever the rock was rough." 



" How about the kid that fell? " 



" Poor little beggar, he was really hurt. When he 

 jumped from here, he landed on his nose, and gave a 

 bleat of pain. And what was worse, he couldn't recover 

 himself entirely, but went on, half tumbling and half 

 sliding, until he reached the bottom. It made his mouth 

 bleed, and must have hurt him cruelly. I felt awfully 

 sorry for him." 



Mr. Phillips had barely finished his story, when 

 Charlie Smith, who had been closely scanning the thick, 

 green timber of the basin, suddenly exclaimed, 



" Something's coming! Something's coming this 

 way, on a dead run ! " 



"What is it, Charlie?" 



" I think it's a bunch of deer." 



