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a smart walk of an hour and a half, we arrived in 
camp. The last mile was not pleasant, as there 
was little light. Had we missed the none-too-well 
defined trail in the darkness, we should probably 
have spent some hours stumbling over boulders and 
logs, or crushing our way through alders and wil- 
lows. We found J. had brought his elk into camp, 
but he had not seen any other game during the day. 
The skull of the wapiti had been sawn in two antro 
posteriorly, which is the usual way. It enables the 
head to be packed easily. After a steady diet of 
bacon, venison cooked in various ways is a pleasant 
change, and not the least appetising part of our 
menu this night was a sort of Irish stew which I 
shall always remember. The cook said that he had 
seen some more goats where I had shot one the 
previous evening; they were probably the remain- 
der of the herd. As we had all worked hard, we 
slept well and did not get off very early next morn- 
ing. C. and J. went after wapiti while Dawson 
and another guide came with me to pick up my goats 
and skin them. Incidentally I hunted the upper 
part of the valley for elk, and, although I saw 
plenty of tracks the animals themselves could not 
be found. We also examined all the mountain 
sides with glasses from the camp to the little lake 
without seeing a white spot. Arriving at the lake 
the guides went up for the heads and skins while 
I rested below and inspected the sides of the great 
basin. ‘T'wo goats could be made out with glasses, 
walking about on bare rocks around the glacier 
above, but where they were seemed wholy inacces- 
