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the first hour, but we had been out more than that 

 length of time before we saw any. Finally, how- 

 ever, after we had gone a mile or more up the lake 

 shore, I saw a large buck goat browsing among the 

 crags about four hundred feet above us. He had not 

 seen us, and dropping the oar I caught up my rifle. 

 The men backed water, and as the raft came to a 

 standstill, I sent a bullet into him. He sprang 

 forward, lost his footing, came bounding and crash- 

 ing to the foot of the mountain, and stopped, stone 

 dead, in the brush at the water' s edge not more than 

 twenty feet from the raft. We pushed ashore and 

 took him on board, when I found, to my disappoint 

 ment, that both horns had been broken off in the fall, 

 so that his head was worthless for mounting. 



We cruised clear around the lake that day and 

 could not find another goat. In the afternoon it 

 clouded up and set in to rain heavily again in the 

 canon, while snow fell on the mountains a few hun- 

 dred feet above us. The next morning I went up a 

 narrow canon to the north, and ascending a high 

 peak hunted until nearly noon, when 1 found two 

 more goats, a female and her kid (nearly full growL), 

 both of which I killed, and taking the skins and one 

 ham of the kid, I returned to camp. It continued 

 to rain at frequent intervals, which robbed camp life 

 and hunting of much of their charm, so I decided 

 to start for home the following morning. In the 

 afternoon I rigged a hoolc and line, cut an alder pole, 

 and caught five fine trout, the largest seventeen and 

 a half inches long. Seymour speared three more 

 salmon and roasted one of them, so that we had 

 another feast of lish that night. We also roasted 



