with which his feet are provided, 

 for mine showed a determined pro- 

 pensity to seek the dull grey 

 sky. 



Enough is as good as more, some- 

 times much better. We struck out 

 for the main camp next day, not 

 loth to leave to the mountain goats, 

 to the Excelsior youth, or any one 

 else, this region of "snow and 



ice." 



Again we found the sun, the 

 huckleberries, camp comforts and 

 Sally Tevis, all very delightful; 

 and about midnight, appeared 

 a human wreck that had to 

 be pulled off its horse and 

 assisted to the fire Bobbie Te- 

 vis, bursting with the story of 

 "his goat." 



It took us far into the night to get 

 it all, but what matter? Even then 

 it was much easier told than done. 

 Bobbie plunged into his narrative 

 as soon as hot coffee had thawed 

 his tongue. 



"As you know, children, I desired 

 goat more than righteousness; Sally 

 was knocked out." 



That lady interrupted: 



