242 SPORT AND TRAVEL 



intending to look for sheep. Three or four miles 

 from Davies' ranch there is a pretty little waterfall 

 on this creek some twenty feet in height; and as the 

 precipitous rock wall over which the water tumbles 

 runs right across the narrow valley of the stream, 

 which is here bounded and shut in on both sides by 

 very steep cliffs, it is a somewhat difficult matter to 

 climb from below the waterfall into the valley of the 

 creek above it; in fact, I don't think that anything 

 but a sheep, or a goat, or a man fairly well accus- 

 tomed to rock-climbing could manage it. 



Graham and I climbed to a ledge on the cliffs above 

 the falls on the right-hand side of the creek without 

 much trouble; but it was just about all we could do, 

 by the help of a fissure in the rock, to get down to 

 the bed of the stream. Immediately we did so, we 

 struck the fresh tracks of a wapiti bull. He had 

 evidently come down from the country at the head 

 of Cabin Creek, where the snow must now have been 

 very deep, with the intention of getting into the main 

 valley of the Stinking Water River, but, finding his 

 further progress barred by the wall of rock, running 

 across the stream at the waterfall, had turned back 

 again up the creek. 



We had tracked him for a couple of miles some- 

 times in the creek bottom, and sometimes through the 

 more or less forested slopes on either side of it, when 

 we came to a small piece of very thick timber lying 

 in an angle between a precipice overhanging the main 



