Climbing for White Goats 



mile long, and ended in a high cliff, over 

 which the stream poured. If hunted and 

 hunters kept along on their respective 

 sides, they would come together at its 

 head. Hidden by the trees, we went on, 

 timing our advance by the goat's progress ; 

 and at length, when we reached the end 

 of the valley, the animal was on the slide- 

 rock above us, and only eighty yards 

 distant. 



Soon the shot rang out. The goat gave 

 a bound, and began to scramble along 

 the slide-rock toward the cliff. Another 

 shot sounded, and then another, the ani- 

 mal climbing all the time ; but at the foot 

 of a high ledge it stopped, too weak to 

 surmount it. It turned, and for a few 

 seconds stood with lowered head looking 

 at us ; then it reeled, its legs seemed to 

 give way, and it fell, slipping, sliding, and 

 bounding down the cliff's face and on to 

 the rocks below, and there turning over 

 and over, it rolled down to us. The 

 work of preparing our loads of meat for 

 transportation to camp occupied some 

 time, so that before we were ready to go 

 the sun had long been hidden behind the 

 high peaks that flanked the narrow valley. 



Trying to make a short cut by follow- 

 ing down the stream, instead of returning 



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