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streams and elk tracks were abundant. At the very 
end of the valley there was a small, round, and 
very deep lake, lying at the foot of about two hun- 
dred feet of ledges. Above was a great basin from 
half to three-quarters of a mile wide, the walls of 
which were several thousand feet high and abso- 
lutely vertical in places. A stream from the gla- 
ciers above dashed in a series of cascades to the 
bottom of the basin, over which it flowed to make 
its final plunge into the lake at our feet. The floor 
of the basin was perhaps a couple of hundred yards 
across, and by the stream, I saw a goat quietly feed- 
ing. Six more stood on a stony slope far up the 
cliffs on our left, and still further away on the right 
a herd of seven could be seen. I went around the 
lake towards the cliff, the ascent of which was easy 
as there were ledges upon which scrub grew. I 
was some time climbing this, and then I crept be- 
hind a dwarf willow and looked over. The goat 
was about fifty or sixty yards away and fell dead 
at my first shot; then, turning to the left, I saw the 
flock of six which we had noticed from below; they 
were scampering out of sight behind aspur. Open- 
ing up at the last of these, which was a billy, I 
missed him twice, although my bullets took dust 
off the cliff beside him. The third shot, however, 
bowled him over when he was within a few yards 
of being safe. He fell, head over heels, down the 
mountain and lodged among some big boulders on 
a Slope not far from me. 
As the remaining five of this bunch had disap- 
peared, I turned my attention to the seven at the 
