1 9 o CAMP-FIRES IN THE CANADIAN ROCKIES 



" I was perfectly helpless, for I could not step aside, 

 and it was impossible for me to back quickly up that 

 steep and narrow shelf. The goat was too quick for 

 Mack, for I heard him yell, in great alarm, ' I can't 

 shoot, or I'll hit ye both! ' 



" Mack told me afterward that he dared not shoot 

 from where he was, for fear the heavy ball would go 

 through the goat, glance against the rock, and either kill 

 me or throw me off the ledge. I was terribly frightened, 

 but mechanically snapped the camera when the goat was 

 about six feet away. There was really nothing that I 

 could do except to hold the camera at him, and snap it. 



" He charged up to within a yard of me, but with 

 his eyes fixed on the two lenses. Then he appeared to 

 conclude that any animal that could stand that much 

 without winking was too much for him, so shaking his 

 head and gritting his teeth he stopped, and to my great 

 relief slowly backed into his niche. 



" Believing that he would not charge the camera, I 

 followed him down, and secured a picture of him at six 

 feet. Then Mack began to see more symptoms of trou- 

 ble, and since I had exposed my last film I backed out. 

 Then I remembered the four-by-five camera, and started 

 down with it, but Mack yelled angrily: 



" ' Hold on there ! That goat's plumb dangerous, 

 and if you start down there again, I'll shorely kill him! 

 What's the use o' bein' locoed an' gettin' killed fer a 

 few picters? ' 



" Mack was so wrought up that to save the goat 

 I abandoned my intention; and when he finally joined 



