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level of the camp. Everything was sodden, 

 and a wet march was before us. 



We got away by 9 o'clock, and had a 

 hard march as the creek was now a roaring 

 torrent, which we had to cross and recross 

 several times. Going on the rough boulders, 

 over and round which the flood was pouring, 

 was as bad as it well could be, and we were all 

 wet through by the time we reached the cleared 

 track. Our last view of the valley, before we 

 entered the forest, was superb. The rain had 

 cleared away, a bright sun was breaking 

 through the heavy clouds, which were being 

 swept away from the summits of the snow-clad 

 hills and from the slopes of the valley, now 

 dazzling white in the morning sun, while look- 

 ing back through the forest we were just entering 

 the trees stood out in black silhouette against 

 a background of snow. It was with deep 

 regret I turned my back on the Goat Valley, 

 where I had seen more game in two days than 

 in all the rest of my trip. 



By 3 o'clock we reached the Kingcome 

 River, but it was too late to make a start that 

 night. 



September 24th. We got away at 8.15. 

 The morning was fine, and the inlet and snow- 

 covered peaks behind looked very beautiful, 



