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Identifier: sportinvancouver00roge (find matches)
Title: Sport in Vancouver and Newfoundland
Year: 1912 (1910s)
Authors: Rogers, John Godfrey, Sir, 1850-
Subjects: Hunting Hunting
Publisher: New York, E.P. Dutton & co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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orning andthe snow-covered peaks of Mount Kingcomeabout 6,000 feet above us, where we hoped tofind our goats, were glistening in the morningsun. Smith was hors de combat—I had offered tosend him home from Alert Bay, but he said hewas quite fit to go on. I think he was a bitnervous when he saw the climb before him, forcarrying a pack up the steep mountain was nojoke. I was fortunate enough to secure the servicesof Harry Kirby, one of the settlers who knewthe country well and he was willing to takeSmiths place; a better man after goat I couldnot wish to have. He was very deaf andsomewhat outspoken. Looking me over hesaid, You are too stout for goat, which Irather felt to be true, though the trip afterwapiti had fined me down considerably. Iwas, however, in hard condition by this time,and half-way up when we stopped for a middaymeal, he quietly remarked, I think afterall you will do, and so my character as aprospective goat-hunter was restored. Quite a good track was blazed and cleared
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AFTER GOAT ON THE MAINLAND 139 for about half-way up the hill, and the paththough very steep was not bad, only hard onthe men carrying the packs, so spells for restwere fairly frequent. The last half where thetrack had not been cleared was real bad going.A great torrent swept down the bottom of thesteep ravine we were ascending, and it had tobe crossed many times, which meant a wetting. The undergrowth was a dense tangle, fallentrees blocked the path and never had we metthe accursed devil-club in such abundance. All things must come to an end, and by 5oclock we were clear of the forest and entereda fairly open valley, shut in on all sides bysteep cliffs. At the end of the valley rose thesnow-covered summit of Mount Kingcomeabout three miles away. We had been marching since 9.30 and hadascended about 4,000 feet. We pitched campin the last clump of wood in the valley, and onthe side of the hill. Though the forest ceased, there were densemasses of impenetrable cover, consisting ofsalmon-

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