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off, they may have got our wind, for heavy 

 gales were eddying round the top of the hill. 



The two nannies fortunately went first, the 

 billy was moving on pretty quickly behind. I 

 had just time to get a shot, another moment 

 and he would have disappeared behind some 

 rocks, and I heard the welcome thud of the 

 bullet; he stood for a moment, and as the ex- 

 traordinary vitality of the mountain goat had 

 been impressed on me by Kirby, I gave him a 

 second shot, and he came rolling down the hill 

 like a rabbit, stone dead. 



Had it not been for the jamming of the cap 

 I would certainly have got one of the nannies as 

 well. He was a fine beast, much heavier and 

 bigger than I had expected. 



The snow was still falling and we were both 

 shivering with cold. While still undecided 

 what to do a momentary break showed us two 

 more goats, one a fine billy right across the 

 valley and a little higher up, and as the day 

 was young we decided to have a try for them. 

 Climbing about 500 feet up, we arrived practi- 

 cally at the summit and were spying as to the 

 best way to try a stalk, for the valley was now 

 disturbed and the goats were on the alert and 

 looking about in every direction. 



Unfortunately, the snow set in worse than 



