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ter enough to make our mate. While eating 

 our repast, the Chief saw right back of us on 

 a very steep and high mountain a large moun- 

 tain goat. He and the writer lost no time in 

 undertaking the stalk to get within range of 

 the goat. The route led for a distance through 

 a piece of timber land, which was well choked 

 up with a bountiful mass of dust to a depth 

 of a foot. This had been blown through the 

 immense gap formed by the dying glacier, 

 whose melting ice is the fountain head of the 

 river we were following. A quarter of a 

 mile of this sort of going brought us out of 

 the timber and to the base of the mountain. 

 Here the goat could not be seen for obstruc- 

 tions in the way. The Chief said that he 

 would be watching the horses, and his attention 

 would be centered on them, so we need not 

 worry about him. We commenced the climb, 

 and, when in sight of the prey a fire was built 

 to focus his attention upon the smoke and lire 

 until I got near enough to shoot. 



The climb then continued. It was with- 

 out doubt the hardest piece of climbing of the 

 whole trip. A most remarkable thing about 

 it was that the goat was directly under the sun 

 and without the glasses we could not make 

 him out. The route we took was the only one 



