IN THE GOAT AND GLACIER FIELDS 



signal from Harry, who with Cap stood below 

 watching the proceedings, I decided I would 

 make a try for the old goat's hide. It was im- 

 possible to keep out of sight of him, and just 

 about as difficult to travel in any but a straight 

 line toward him. Therefore I had small hopes 

 of his ever standing for me until within range. 

 The climbing was very steep, necessitating fre- 

 quent rests, yet that old mountaineer stood still, 

 apparently eyeing me with but little concern. 

 It was a novelty in game hunting to see an 

 animal act this way. I imagine that there is 

 something to the statement made later by one 

 of the guides that when they are above you and 

 in the cliffs as this one was, they feel more secure. 

 Certainly if he had been a hundred miles above 

 me he couldn't have acted more contented. 



Finally after many waits to rest I reached a 

 point beyond which I feared to go, and which I 

 thought was about 400 yards from him. Harry, 

 always complimentary in his remarks, was good 

 enough to say it was 500 yards. I knelt down 

 and took aim, noting that the front sight more 

 than covered him. When I fired I noticed the 

 spatter of the bullet on the ledge a foot or two 

 above and that it threw rock splinters all around 

 him. He started to run to the right, then came 

 back the other way, and finally stood for the 

 second shot. As soon as I fired, I knew I hit him, 

 as there was no sound in the rocks and no shower 

 of them as before. He walked a few steps and 



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