88 CAMP-FIRES IN THE CANADIAN ROCKIES 



stood at attention. All looked fixedly in our direction, 

 but the distant eleven were like ourselves, — frozen into 

 statues. In that band not a muscle moved for fully three 

 minutes. 



Finally the goats decided that the noise they had 

 heard was nothing at which to be alarmed. One by one 

 their heads began to move, and in five minutes their 

 fright was over. Some went on feeding, but three or 

 four of the band decided that they would saunter down 

 our way and investigate that noise. 



But what of my goat? 



John slid over to my left, to look as far as possible 

 behind the intercepting crag. Finally he said, 



" He's done for! He's lying out there, dead." 



As soon as possible I looked at him; and sure enough, 

 he lay stretched upon the grass, back uphill, and appar- 

 ently very dead. The other goat had gone on and joined 

 the ten. 



The investigating committee came walking down 

 toward us with a briskness which soon brought them 

 within rifle-shot; and then Mr. Phillips picked out his 

 Carnegie Museum goat and opened fire, at a range of 

 about three hundred yards. The first shot went high, 

 but at the next the goat came down, hit behind the shoul- 

 der. This greatly alarmed all the other goats, but they 

 were so confused that three of them came down toward 

 us at a fast trot. At two hundred yards I picked out 

 one, and fired. At my third shot, it fell, but presently 

 scrambled up, ran for the edge of the precipice and 

 dropped over out of sight. It landed, mortally wounded, 



