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had been as music. How annoyed he would be if 
he missed this! Accordingly, I punched him in the 
ribs a number of times—he was so hard to arouse 
—but when he awoke, he asked me in the sweetest 
possible way what I wanted. I told him that it was 
a wild night and he seemed awfully pleased at being 
called and said so. He was not one of those who 
never say nice things about a friend while the 
friend is alive—he said nice things, there and then, 
as we sat up together and listened to the storm. At 
one time I knew that he was feeling for me in the 
dark, so I kept out of his way, as I dislike senti- 
mental outbursts. After a time the storm died 
down and we both went to sleep. 
On the morning of the 16th we turned out to 
find the day beautiful. The usual odour of coffee 
and fried bacon—inseparable from the morning 
camp—brought us to the dining tent, and at break- 
fast it was decided that Dawson should take me up 
the valley towards the south, and that the others 
should go north and try the cliffs on the west side. 
Four goats were still in sight about a mile away up 
the mountain. One could not have had a shot at 
them from the foot of the cliffs, as they were only 
visible to an observer standing some distance off, 
and the ledges upon which they were could not 
have been reached by human foot. Ascending the 
valley, we crushed our way through the thick alder 
brush by a creek and climbed over fallen trees until 
we came to a cliff about a hundred feet high, run- 
ning across the end of the valley and forming the 
divide. To.reach the top of this we had to climb 
