26 SPORT IN BRITISH COLUMBIA

At one place we discovered high up on a steep
mountain slope a Rocky Mountain Goat (Oreamnus
montanus). This was the first specimen of big game
that we had seen so far.

The weather was fine, and it was rather hot in the
day-time, with the result that we were bothered by
those beastly “Black Flies,” a small black fly very
similar both in appearance and sting to the “‘ Knot” of
Arctic Norway. These little devils proved in the long
run to be far worse than the mosquitoes ; they would
settle in a row below the hat brim and bite till they
drew blood.

Then we experienced our first mishap, the boat
suddenly hitting a submerged rock, and the Indian
who was steering, pulled so hard at the steering wheel
that it broke down. The skipper attempted to make
repairs and drilled through the cabin roof to make new
screw holes, but in doing so drilled right into the electric
coil of the motor, putting it out of commission, and it
took quite a long time to get this put right.

The lofty alps on both sides of the river seemed to
have entirely disappeared, and had given place to lower
wooded ridges, and the banks of the river consisted
of high terraces of coarse gravel and shingle, probably
old moraines through which the river had worn its
path in the course of ages.

On the 25th of August, about mid-day, we reached
Glenora, a small deserted mining camp on the northern
bank of the river. This little “town” consisted of
seven or eight small wooden shacks in a row facing
the river, and with a “street” in front running its
whole length. All sorts of prospectors’ and gold
miners’ implements were scattered about—the so-called