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tice anything except that he was a big old goat, very 

 white in colour, with horns of some sort. Perhaps, I 

 thought, I had wounded him with the first shot and 

 caused him to lag behind his companions. With this 

 idea we now went up to the rock on which I had seen 

 him standing, and from there followed the line he had 

 taken till he disappeared behind a boulder of rock. For 

 twenty yards there was no blood, then suddenly the 

 ground before us was so thickly sprinkled with the crim- 

 son stain that I knew the wounded animal must have 

 been shot through the lungs and was throwing blood 

 at every step from his mouth and nostrils. That he 

 must be lying dead within one hundred yards of us I felt 

 sure, and so he was ; but it took us some little time to 

 find him, nevertheless, for dying, as he must have been, 

 and with the life-blood gushing from his mouth and 

 nostrils at every step, the hardy beast had managed to 

 spring up a wall of rock which I should have thought 

 that even an unwounded goat would have hesitated to 

 attempt. As there appeared to be no necessity for 

 this step, we were at fault for some time, and could not 

 imagine why the heavy blood spoor had come to such 

 a sudden end. At last we saw a splash of blood some 

 eight feet up the wall of rock, and realised what had 

 happened. It took me some time to get to the top of 

 this mass of rock by a circuitous route, leaving the 

 Doctor to mark the spot. Once on the top of the 

 rocks directly above him, I again took up the blood 

 spoor, and advancing across the top to the other side 



