A hundred feet farther on he found that the ledge ended in a perpendicular wall of rock.

From this point, however, he had a splendid view of the broad sweep of country between the two ranges to the south.

He sat down, pulled out his pipe, and prepared to enjoy the magnificent panorama under him while he was getting his wind.
Through his glasses he could see for miles, and what he looked upon was an unhunted country.

Scarcely half a mile away a band of caribou was filing slowly across the bottom toward the green slopes to the west.

He caught the glint of many ptarmigan wings in the sunlight below.