was a faint bleat, 

 goat. 



We soon discovered that a kid of 

 the year had fallen prisoner into one 

 of these pits. How long ago we could 

 not tell, but it was still alive. We 

 set about effecting a rescue. Som- 

 mers cautiously lowered himself into 

 the basin, whereupon that ungrate- 

 ful Billy chased him all around the 

 hole, doing as much damage to shins 

 and temper as his strength would 

 permit until Sommers, using his belt 

 as a collar, hauled the kicking, strug- 

 gling beast to the edge where Nimrod 

 was waiting to assist in getting him 

 up. Never was a rescue more un- 

 poetically performed and when in 

 spite of himself the goat was landed 

 safely on top, he returned thanks 

 by drawing off and making so vicious 

 a charge, his head with its little 

 nubbins of horns well down, that 

 Nimrod was knocked completely off 

 his feet, and having thus laid low 

 his benefactor the vindictive one 

 took himself off over the ice with 

 astonishing rapidity. 



Watching his easy progress I 

 wished for some of the rubber corns 



