PHOTOGRAPHING A MOUNTAIN GOAT 193 



" It was then about 3 P.M., and there followed a long, 

 cold interval. Once Kaiser created a diversion by zig- 

 zaging down and taking another peep at his enemy, who 

 immediately scrambled up the rocks at him, as fast as he 

 could come. Kaiser retreated in good order, but soon 

 turned and barked defiantly at the goat. After this 

 futile charge, the goat backed away until his hindquarters 

 hung over the clifif; then he charged a second time. 

 Apparently he was determined to kill the dog, and rushed 

 after him again and again. The goat would raise his 

 tail, throw his ears forward, and without lowering his 

 head go bounding stiff-legged after the dog like a buck- 

 ing broncho. At times it seemed as if his object was to 

 trample the dog rather than horn him, but Kaiser was 

 quick enough, and easily dodged his rushes. Then the 

 old goat would stand and glare at him, gritting his teeth 

 and sometimes sticking his tongue out, the personifica- 

 tion of anger. It was a most interesting performance, 

 and in spite of being very cold I was fascinated by it. 



" About six o'clock I heard rocks rolling in the slide 

 far below me, and knew that Mack was coming. Then 

 I decided to get a better view of the trouble between the 

 goat and the dog, and crawled down to the point on 

 which the fight was taking place. I worked down within 

 twenty feet of the goat, when suddenly he whirled and 

 came at me. I pointed my rifle at him and yelled, hop- 

 ing to frighten him. He came within six feet of me, 

 and I was about to fire when Kaiser barked close behind 

 him. The goat turned so quickly he almost trampled 

 the dog, who dodged under him and ran to me! 



