342 CAMP-FIRES IN THE CANADIAN ROCKIES 



In travelling on fast trains, I had great difficulty in 

 getting into the proper express car and back again. 

 Overland express cars have no end doors, and often two 

 or three cars were between the smoker and my goats. 

 Stops at stations were few and brief, and I had to figure 

 carefully in order to make my three trips and get back 

 without being left by the blind steps of closed vestibules. 



On the return trip, my time was so fully taken up in 

 caring for my small goats that I did practically nothing 

 else, and made for Mr. Phillips a highly intermittent 

 companion. But the five goats finally reached the Zoo- 

 logical Park alive and in riotously good health, and up to 

 this date (July i ) not one of them has had a sick day. We 

 " point with pride " to them as the first flock of their 

 kind ever achieved by a zoological institution. Their 

 queer ways and occasional antics are both amusing and 

 instructive. 



Regarding human society, and the human touch, they 

 are nervous little creatures, and also irritable. At your 

 earnest invitation, they will gingerly approach your out- 

 stretched hand, and sniff at your finger tips. Then they 

 stamp with their front feet, say " Umph I " in a falsetto 

 nasal squeak, toss their heads and whirl away. Four out 

 of the five refuse to be petted, save by force. The fifth 

 is barely tolerant of a friendly and well-known hand. 

 But none of them run and wildly bang themselves against 

 the fences as do so many deer when at close quarters with 

 man. 



It is exceedingly interesting to see them leap against 

 their barn, or upon elevations, or climb on the arrange- 



