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although some mule also occur. An hour or so 
before sunset we camped in a little park at the base 
of mighty cliffs, upon which we could see far away 
two flocks of goats—six in one and four in the 
other. So far as these particular goats were con- 
cerned, in this particular place, they had nothing 
to fear from me, as my climbing powers are not of 
the highest order, but it was encouraging to have 
game in sight. 
While our men were getting tents ready, we scat- 
tered about to see what was to be seen. On the 
east side of the valley a great landslide had oc- 
curred many years before, and this had swept down 
acres of forest. The large boulders had travelled 
faster and farther than the rest of the slide and 
‘had torn up great trees. It was interesting to see 
the havoe wrought. Thinking there might be a 
bear hidden in this debris, I climbed through it for 
some distance, but saw nothing. In many cases 
the trees had rotted, and, while preserving the 
semblance of great trunks, they gave no support, 
but often let one sink through, making it such ex- 
hausting work that I was glad to return to camp. 
The sky was cloudy and the wind rising when we 
turned in. Having had coffee shortly before going 
to bed, I slept badly, and when a gale broke about 
midnight it soon had me wide awake. The tempest 
howled and there was some thunder. It was grand, 
but I never can enjoy grandeur by myself, and be- 
sides it would have been selfish not to have let some 
one else enjoy it. There lay C. sleeping like a child, 
_—C., to whom the banging of bursting shrapnell 
