THE ROCKY MOUNTAIN GOAT n 



ity may rage for days, making food-getting im- 

 possible. But storms are a part of the goat's 

 life; he has their transformed energy. He also 

 has his full share of sunshine and calm. Though 

 up where winter wind and storm roar wildest, 

 he is up where the warm chinook comes again 

 and again and periods of sunshine hold sway. 

 He is fond of sunshine and spends hours of 

 every fit day lying in sunny, sheltered places. 



During prolonged storms goats sometimes 

 take refuge in cave-like places among rock 

 ledges or among the thickly matted and clus- 

 tered tree growths at timberline. But most of 

 the time, even during the colder periods of 

 winter, when the skyline is beaten and dashed 

 with violent winds and stormed with snowy 

 spray, the goat serenely lives on the broken 

 heights in the sky. Warmly clad, with heavy 

 fleece-lined coat of silky wool, and over this a 

 thick, long, and shaggy overcoat of hair, he ap- 

 pears utterly to ignore the severest cold. 



The goat thus is at home on the exacting 

 mountain horizon of the world. Glaciers are 

 a part of his wild domain; cloud scenery a part 

 of his landscape. He lives where romantic 

 streams start on their adventurous journeys to 

 mysterious and far-off seas; arctic flowers and 

 old snow fields have place in the heights he 

 ever surveys; he treads the crest of the conti- 



