142 SPORT IN VANCOUVER 



The head of the valley narrowed rapidly 

 until completely shut in by the mountains, the 

 tops of which were covered with snow. Large 

 patches of snow lay in the hollows of the hills 

 all round, never melting even in the summer 

 months. 



The air was cold, but bracing, just the day 

 for a stalk. Spying the valley carefully, I soon 

 found a goat high up on the cliff to the right. 

 I think it must have been our friend of last 

 evening, who had fed along the side of the hill 

 to his present position up in the valley. The 

 ground did not look impossible, but Kirby pro- 

 nounced against it as too dangerous. 



Higher up on a hill-top at the far end and 

 just on the edge of the snow, I picked up with 

 the glass two more goats and we decided to go 

 for them. It was easy going to the foot of the 

 hill where the valley ended, but a really stiff 

 climb of about one and a half hours to get up 

 to the patch of snow close to which we had seen 

 them, above the line of cover ; the hill-side was 

 covered with a sort of heather growing between 

 the rocks and it was very slippery going. 



As we arrived at the spot and were looking 

 everywhere for the goats, I saw two goats, a 

 nanny and a kid, moving away about 400 yards 

 off and climbing steadily up the face of the 



