1 8o CAMP FIRES IN THE YUKON 



slant to reach a resting place of some welcome patch 

 of large bowlders that did not start down the moun- 

 tain under one's feet. 



Two hundred feet from the sky line I reached the 

 solid rock face of the pinnacles from which the 

 slopes of slide rock had fallen through the ages, and 

 began the final stalk. On my way up, the conviction 

 had been growing that anywhere a four-footed goat 

 could go, a two-legged, two-handed man could fol- 

 low, but my theory was utterly shattered on that 

 cliff, as the very best I could do was to reach a point 

 fifty feet below my photographic subject, where I 

 succeeded in wedging my feet into a kindly disposed 

 crevasse, and where without disturbing a nice bal- 

 ance I managed to unsling the camera case from my 

 shoulders and set the apparatus for a proper focus. 



The goat was not an old one nor remarkably 

 large, but he made a wonderful spot of white life 

 as he posed upon the sky line against the infinity of 

 blue and gazed upon me with a benevolent interest. 

 However, the front view did not please me, and as 

 I could not shift my position it became necessary to 

 induce the goat to change his to a desirable profile, 

 and this was a bit difficult since the writer is not 

 familiar with the goat language. Several methods 

 were tried out: shouting produced no evident un- 

 easiness, singing was met with a look of deep 

 disgust from my heavily whiskered friend, but re- 

 membering " music hath its charms," I began to 



