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a black chap ran out, and although it was a long 
and difficult shot, I managed to drop him. 
Thus ended my first and last goat drive. I had 
two more fine heads, but it would take a little work 
to pick them up. The guide appeared very soon 
and when I pointed out where the black chap was, 
he certainly did not believe I had killed him. How- 
ever, he went off and in time returned with the 
black head, measuring also twenty-five inches, and 
the white one twenty-eight, the latter he said being 
exceptionally long. I tried to get Joe to retrieve 
the one-horned fellow, but the dollar bonus was 
no inducement. With his wages he had now made 
eight dollars, and he had to spend that before mak- 
ing any more. 
By this time it had become very hot and all chance 
of seeing anything further in the neighbourhood 
had gone, so we mounted and rode towards the 
Eagle’s Nest again, as that was our nearest route 
home. On the way we picked up the first goat shot, 
and Joe rose in my estimation when I saw him 
leave the trail and go straight to the place where 
it lay, without anything apparently to guide him. 
This, the first head, was the best; it measured 
twenty-eight and one-half inches, the animal being » 
white and brown. Passing the Eagle’s Nest, we 
saw why it had been so called, as there was an 
eagle’s nest in a big tree near by. The only birds 
I noticed were quail. They did not rise at all well, 
but fluttered and ran amongst the scrub. After 
passing the nest we followed the road, presently 
reaching a ranch. The owner was not at home 
