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obliquely up the side of the hill bounding the val- 
ley on the east, and then we explored some timber 
on the summit, and examined the cliffs around 
with glasses in the hope of seeing goats. As noth- 
ing was in sight, we climbed a slide which led up 
through a break in a cliff. From this we reached a 
ledge a few feet wide and covered with loose shale. 
As we moved along this, the disturbed shale would 
slide over the edge and fall to the bottom of the 
cliff. Dawson ran along the ledge like an acrobat, 
but as my Alpine work had all been done by rail, 
I certainly did not enjoy the half hour we spent 
going around that particular place. That this trip 
was for his pleasure was evident, as any goats 
found there could easily have been shot from be- 
low. We returned by the same way, coming down 
the slide which was exceedingly dangerous, as we 
started regular little avalanches, 
Going over the divide, we explored some heavy 
timber well on the other side, and seeing only a few 
tracks, came back to camp. C. turned up soon after, 
but J. did not get in until late—neither having seen 
anything. There was no storm to disturb our slum- 
ber that night, and on the 17th we were up early. 
Six goats were in sight just above the camp. They 
could scarcely be seen without glasses and were 
quite safe. The day was beautiful and we went off 
in much the same directions as the morning before. 
My guide again took me up the valley and over the 
divide. We passed the scene of our previous climb 
and keeping to the east, found ourselves in the wild- 
est country I have ever been in. We lunched at 
