32 SPORT AND TRAVEL 



the afternoon, on peering over a rock, I saw a female 

 wild goat about one hundred yards away. I could see 

 no others, and, as I wanted meat, and did not think 

 there was much chance of getting a shot at anything 

 else, I fired, and, hitting her right through the shoul- 

 ders, killed her on the spot. At the report another 

 ewe and a kid sprang into view for an instant, and then 

 bounded away. The animal that I had killed proved 

 to be a very old female, and I resolved to preserve her 

 head, in order to have at least one souvenir of my trip 

 to the Musa Dagh. By the time we had cut her up 

 it was past five o'clock, and we had a lot of trouble 

 getting down the mountain. Before it got absolutely 

 dark, however, we managed to climb down the last 

 precipice, and eventually reached camp about 7.30 P. M. 

 Although I had only succeeded in killing a female 

 goat whose head was but a poor trophy, a goat was a 

 goat to my camp followers, and I could see that the 

 fact that I had procured them fresh meat of any kind 

 raised me very much in their estimation. 



On the following day I remained in camp, as it was 

 Sunday, and skinned and preserved the goat's head, 

 which, poor trophy though it was, I thought it quite 

 likely might prove to be the only goat's head I was 

 destined to secure. In the afternoon, the wind being 

 favourable, I went round the coast in the boat to a 

 well-sheltered cove, known as Port Genoese. The 

 scenery here is very remarkable, as rugged lime- 

 stone mountains, culminating in the lofty peak of 



