2 3 8 CAMP-FIRES IN THE CANADIAN ROCKIES 



point it turns to the east, in a right angle, and in the bend 

 of this elbow rise the Phillips Mountains. From that 

 point they followed the stream eastward, crossed some 

 immense rock slides, and finally entered a tract of 

 heavy, moist and mossy green timber, two miles long. In 

 the centre of this ribbon of timber, they found the tepee- 

 poles of what once had been a Stoney Indian camp ; and 

 there they pitched their own tiny tent for two, and called 

 the place " Camp Necessity." 



" There shore must be game about here," said John 

 Norboe, as he kicked at a piece of mountain sheep skull. 

 " Injuns hain't been campin' here for fun." 



After a hasty luncheon, Mr. Phillips and Mack Nor- 

 boe set off up the northern mountains, climbing up the 

 face of a lofty ridge that rose like a gigantic roof a mile 

 and a half from base to summit, and two miles long. At 

 its western end this ridge terminates against a towering 

 peak, with perpendicular walls. The eastern end stops 

 abruptly in mid-air, forming a commanding point. On 

 the southern face were two or three outcroppings of rock 

 wall, precisely like dormer windows. It was from the 

 eastern point of this ridge that Charlie Smith and I saw 

 a very spectacular bear-hunt a little later on, when I came 

 to know all that ground very well. This ridge is de- 

 scribed because it presently became a storm-centre of some 

 magnitude. 



In climbing the ridge, the hunters steered well toward 

 the west, in order to strike the cliffs that rose from that 

 extremity. Half a mile up, they found the most exten- 

 sive series of goat-licks that were seen on our whole trip. 



