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the bent knee on which I had been resting was as dead 

 as if permanently paralyzed. It was stiff, and worse than 

 useless. I had been frightened two or three times during 

 that afternoon, but this was the climax. I called to 

 Mack, and told him of the fix I was in, but owing to his 

 bad shoes he could not come down to help me. Then I 

 was sorry we had not brought a rope. 



" Seeing that I must work out my own salvation I 

 began to punch and beat my leg, and kept it up until 

 at last the circulation started, and feeling returned. 

 Finally I managed to crawl back very slowly to where 

 Mack could reach me, and he soon landed me safely upon 

 a level spot. 



" While this was going on, the goat got tired of inac- 

 tion, jumped up over the wall and started for the peak. 

 For some reason, however, he changed his course and 

 climbed down into the slide, with the dog after him. 

 Expecting to see a good race we stopped to watch it; 

 but poor Kaiser's feet were now very sore and the goat 

 outran him. And then a queer thing happened. 



" The goat stopped on the farther edge of the slide, 

 and finding that his human tormentors were nowhere 

 near, he decided to get square with that dog! When 

 Kaiser reached him, the goat charged furiously. Seeing 

 his danger, the dog turned and started back the way he 

 came, with the goat in hot pursuit. The goat pursued 

 by a series of short rushes, and not by the steady, straight- 

 away run that a bear makes. He followed the dog almost 

 to the ridge on which we were, but finally desisted, and 

 retreated southward. 



