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to leave Avalon early in the morning, ride across 
the island to the field of operation, and return the 
same night. A poor head was often the only re- 
sult of the trip, and sometimes the game was so wild 
that no sport was had at all. I was advised by him 
to ride across the island the night before, sleep 
there, start out at the first hint of dawn, and have 
along day. By adopting the usual tactics, one ar- 
rived in the sporting country during the heat of 
the day, to find that the goats, having had their 
morning meal, had retired to rocky heights to await 
the cool of the evening. By doing as this man sug- 
gested, I would find the game down on their low 
pastures feeding, and by a little careful still hunt- 
ing should get some good heads. A place called the 
Eagle’s Nest was suggested to pass the night in; it 
was an unoccupied house in which there was a quan- 
tity of bedding, and he promised to procure the key 
for me when we landed. 
Catalina is supposed to resemble Madeira, the 
latitude of which is about the same, but one leaves 
it with the impression that it is a rather barren 
spot, having its little village, Avalon, crowded with 
tourists who are anything but interesting, while 
Madeira, on the other hand, gives the impression of 
being pretty well clothed with vegetation and its 
charming town is filled with a picturesque peas- 
antry. This island; however, is a place full of in- 
terest to the naturalist and sea-fishing sportsman. 
The former will find it a veritable treasure house. 
Catalina, which is about twenty miles long by 
several wide, is simply the top of a mountain range 
