The White Goat and his Country 



ber of goats must be somewhere near by. 

 But the fog came down and shut everything 

 out of sight; moreover, the wind on top blew so 

 that we could not have seen had it been clear. 



We returned to camp, and found it greatly 

 improved. The cook had carpentered an im- 

 portant annex to the tent. By slanting pine- 

 logs against a ridge-pole and nailing them, 

 he had built a room, proof against wind and 

 rain, and in it a table. One end was against 

 the opening of the tent, the other at the fire. 

 The arrangement was excellent, and timely 

 also. The storm revived duringf the nieht, 

 and it rained fitfully. The roar of the wind 

 coming down from the mountain into our park 

 sounded like a Niagara, and its approach was 

 tremendous. We had built up a barrier of 

 pine-brush, and this, with a clump of trees, 

 sheltered us well enough; but there were 

 wild moments when the gust struck us, and 

 the tent shuddered and strained, until that 

 particular breeze passed on with a diminish- 

 inof roar down the canon. 



The next morning the rain kept us from 

 making an early start, and we did not leave 

 camp until eight. Now and then a drizzle 



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