The White Goat and his Country 
ber of goats must be somewhere near by. 
But the fog came down and shut everything 
out of sight; moreover, the wind on top blew so 
that we could not have seen had it been clear. 
We returned to camp, and found it greatly 
improved. The cook had carpentered an im- 
portant annex to the tent. By slanting pine- 
logs against a ridge-pole and nailing them, 
he had built a room, proof against wind and 
rain, and in ita table. One end was against 
the opening of the tent, the other at the fire. 
The arrangement was excellent, and timely 
also. The storm revived during the night, 
and it rained fitfully. The roar of the wind 
coming down from the mountain into our park 
sounded like a Niagara, and its approach was 
tremendous. We had built up a barrier of 
pine-brush, and this, with a clump of trees, 
sheltered us well enough; but there were 
wild moments when the gust struck us, and 
the tent shuddered and strained, until that 
particular breeze passed on with a diminish- 
ing roar down the cajion. 
The next morning the rain kept us from 
making an early start, and we did not leave 
camp until eight. Now and then a drizzle 
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