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where I had lain, every foot that we got away from 
there increased the height that we were above the 
bottom of the basin by many feet. However, I was 
anxious to see what a lick was like, so went. When 
we reached the grassy place we found it very muddy 
and much tramped up by the feet of the visitors. 
They had evidently found something satisfying in 
the moisture oozing from the rock or welling up in 
the turf. We dropped to the lower ledge and 
found it covered with mud and tramped as the 
other had been. The goat gave another flounder as 
we approached and went over another little place, 
so I was obliged to shoot him again. Fortunately, 
he did not injure his horns, although his white coat 
was in an awful state, being covered with mud. All 
the rocks were worn smooth by centuries of travel, 
and very dangerous, as the nails in our boots did 
not seem to hold. We took a snap at our prize © 
and Dawson removed his mud-covered skin; 
then, with great difficulty, I made my way to 
the hump and down to the bottom of the basin. 
The day was intensely hot, and climbing over 
exposed rocks was hard, warm work, so I found 
a nice deep pool in the little icy stream and en- 
joyed a refreshing plunge. None of my heads — 
were aS large as those killed by C.and J. This one 
had horns nine and a quarter inches long and had 
avery good coat. In the winter the hair on the legs 
is very long and it gives the animal a clumsier 
appearance. | 
We now descended to where the other trophies 
lay and with them started to camp. Once more I 
