The White Goat and his Country 
nanny, as has been said before, are but slightly 
different from those of the male. They are, 
perhaps, more slender, as is also the total make- 
up of the animal. In camp I said to T 
that I desired only one more of those thirty- 
five goats, a billy; and that if I secured him 
the next day, that should be the last. Fortune 
was for us. We surprised a bunch of several. 
They had seen me also, and I was obliged to 
be quick. This resulted in some shots miss- 
ing, and in two, perhaps three, animals going 
over ledges with bullets in them, leaving safe 
behind the billy I wanted. His conduct is an 
interesting example of the goat’s capacity to 
escape you and die uselessly, out of your reach. 
I had seen him reel at my first shot, but he 
hurried around acorner, and my attention was 
given to others. As I went down, I heard a 
shot, and came round the corner on T : 
who stood some hundred yards further along 
the ledge beside a goat. T had come 
on him lying down. He had jumped up and 
run apparently unhurt, and T had shot 
him just as he reached the end of the ledge. 
Beyond was a fall into inaccessible depths. 
Besides T ’s shot we found two of mine— 
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