THE ROCKY MOUNTAIN GOAT II 
ity may rage for days, making food-getting im- 
possible. But storms are a part of the goat’s 
life; he has their transformed energy. He also 
has his full share of sunshine and calm. Though 
up where winter wind and storm roar wildest, 
he is up where the warm chinook comes again 
and again and periods of sunshine hold sway. 
He is fond of sunshine and spends hours of 
every fit day lying in sunny, sheltered places. 
During prolonged storms goats sometimes 
take refuge in cave-like places among rock 
ledges or among the thickly matted and clus- 
tered tree growths at timberline. But most of 
the time, even during the colder periods of 
winter, when the skyline is beaten and dashed 
with violent winds and stormed with snowy 
spray, the goat serenely lives on the broken 
heights in the sky. Warmly clad, with heavy 
fleece-lined coat of silky wool, and over this a 
thick, long, and shaggy overcoat of hair, he ap- 
pears utterly to ignore the severest cold. 
The goat thus is at home on the exacting 
mountain horizon of the world. Glaciers are 
a part of his wild domain; cloud scenery a part 
of his landscape. He lives where romantic 
streams start on their adventurous journeys to 
mysterious and far-off seas; arctic flowers and 
old snow fields have place in the heights he 
ever surveys; he treads the crest of the conti- 
