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of his rifle rang out in the stillness. Scarcely 

 had the echoes died out in the distance when 

 the nimrod was on his feet, forgetting all about 

 his injured knee and making all haste down 

 the mountain toward the scene of the excite- 

 ment. When I arrived, the guide, who could 

 scarcely speak English, by signs and guttural 

 expression informed me that he had seen five 

 or six goat and had wounded a large billy. 

 I was very much annoyed to think that in- 

 stead of returning for me he had taken a hand 

 in the sport himself, and for so doing I 

 promptly gave him a good lecture, whereupon 

 the expression of his face changed immedi- 

 ately and, uttering some guttural expression 

 about trailing wounded goat, he started down 

 the mountain, and that was the last I saw of 

 him that day. His action annoyed me very 

 much — to think that I had paid him to take all 

 the sport! From the actions of the guides it 

 seemed to me that they had been accustomed 

 to kill all the game and the mighty nimrod 

 paid the damage. I waited some three hours 

 and still no Indian put in an appearance. 

 We were ten miles from camp and it 



