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knees. But the judicious T (I have never 
hunted with a more careful and thorough 
man) was right in the route he had chosen, 
and after we had descended again to the edge 
of the snow, we looked over a rock, and saw, 
thirty yards below us, the nanny and kid for 
which we had been aiming. I should have 
said earlier that the gathering of yesterday 
had dispersed during the night, and now little 
bunches of three and four goats could be seen 
up and down the cafion. We were on the 
exact ground they had occupied, and their 
many tracks were plain. My first shot missed 
—thirty yards!—and as nanny and kid went 
bounding by on the hill below, I knocked her 
over with a more careful bullet, and T 
shot the kid. The little thing was not dead 
when we came up, and at the sight of us 
it gave a poor little thin bleat that turns me 
remorseful whenever I think of it. We had 
all the justification that any code exacts. We 
had no fresh meat, and among goats the kid 
alone is eatable; and I justly desired speci- 
mens of the entire family. 
Wecarried the whole kid to camp, and later 
its flesh was excellent. The horns of the 
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