1 92 CAMP-FIRES IN THE CANADIAN ROCKIES 



he stamped on the rocks until the small, loose fragments 

 flew in every direction. 



" It was just then that I got my best snapshot from in 

 front, although the picture fails to show his ugly temper 

 as I saw it. As I rolled in another film he charged me. 

 Unfortunately I was so scared that I did not have pres- 

 ence of mind to press the bulb at the right distance. He 

 bounced up to within four feet of me, when again the 

 two big, glaring eyes of the camera fascinated and 

 checked him. Just as he turned his head from the un- 

 winking eyes of my stereo, I snapped it, but he was inside 

 the focus. 



" At that instant Kaiser, who had escaped from 

 Mack's surveillance, appeared below me, and the goat 

 immediately charged down upon him. Kaiser cleverly 

 eluded him, and then the goat went on down into the 

 slide, running diagonally across it to a rocky point 

 beyond, where we again rounded him up. And then I 

 discovered that my stereo camera was out of films! 



" Regardless of the seventy of the climb down to 

 camp and back again, Mack insisted upon making the 

 trip and bringing me more films, and immediately 

 started. 



" It was my duty to hold the goat at bay as best I could 

 during the two hours' interval that I knew must elapse. 

 The animal was then standing on the side of what seemed 

 to me a sheer cliff, and when I slowly climbed down to 

 look at him, he quite ignored me. Finding a sheltered 

 niche in the cliff a hundred feet above him, I donned 

 my hunting shirt and sat down to watch and wait. 



