"I wish I were a Mountain Goat, 



I'd drink the glorious view; 

 And gladly skip from jag to jag; 

 Would you? would you?" 



Humming the paraphrase before she 

 could be suppressed. Sally had 

 chosen to be flippant over goat, 

 and for once had insisted upon re- 

 maining in the main camp. 



"Cap'n and I started yesterday 

 at daybreak, expecting to be back 

 last night. I knew Pet would be 

 all right during the day, with Charley 

 to look after her. After riding sev- 

 eral hours we left our horses picketed 

 in a meadow and proceeded on foot 

 with a light back pack. If one could 

 only hunt goats on a horse! Well, 

 we had climbed and slipped and 

 stumbled over boulders, up preci- 

 pices and slide rocks all day. I 

 think I had never known anything 

 like the ache of bones and general 

 exhaustion, feet giving out, skin off 

 the heels, left one crushed by a 

 falling rock. The altitude bothered 

 immensely, could hardly breathe go- 

 ing up hill, and it was all up or down, 

 principally up all this and not a 

 sight of game. We had followed 



