THE WILD GOAT. 185 



On several subsequent occasions we tried our luck 

 on Gunong Kroh, but never did any of us see another 

 goat. 



It is now some years since I was stationed in Kinta, 

 and I am prepared to tell the world the locality of 

 Gunong Kroh. On those limestone heights, isolated 

 in a little world of their own, far apart from the 

 animals and life of the wild plain below, the goats are 

 still to be found. The little goat I saw is now, if it is 

 still alive, a patriarch of the herd, but in my thoughts 

 it always remains the kid that once I saw. Mine are 

 the only eyes that have ever seen it for no one, 

 except an occasional wood -cutter, has climbed the 

 hill since our last drive, and, for all that the rest of 

 the world knows, it and its brethren may be some 

 of Monsieur Hue's unicorns. 



To seek it, go out from Ipoh seven miles on the 

 Sungei Raia Road, and you will see the sheer sides 

 and timbered crest of Gunong Kroh standing up in 

 the forest on your right-hand side. The animals are 

 there, and when you have once scaled the hill you are 

 within a mile of them : all that remains to be done is 

 to decrease that distance. And when you go there, 

 may the best of luck attend you ! 



