OH, SHOOT! 



call for volunteers to windlass the burden 

 across, thus ascertaining if the cables would 

 stand the strain. 



It was Ambrose and Bert Lauzon who finally 

 manned the windlass, cast off, and went flying 

 down the wires. 



These wires sag considerably; hence the 

 start of their journey was swift. Perhaps a 

 third of the way across, the car came to a 

 pause, whereupon the boys set about winding 

 it slowly onward and upward by main strength 

 and awkwardness. 



Miller, the operator, was frankly disap- 

 pointed when nothing gave way. When the 

 cage went bobbing and creaking onward, a 

 foot at a time, he quit turning the camera 

 crank and seated himself dejectedly, with his 

 legs hanging over the gorge. Near him was a 

 high pinnacle of rock round the base of which 

 the river foamed; sizing it up, he announced 

 that he could get a good picture if Fred would 

 ascend it and do some fancy roping at the top. 

 Evidently it was a matter of complete in- 

 difference to him who supplied the thrills on 

 this trip, who fell in, so long as he got it, but 

 we dared not risk offending him thus early in 

 the game, so we boosted Fred up to the peak 



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