ZOOLOGICAL 
As I had something to say to the capture of 
them when they were but little kids it may in- 
terest your readers to have an account of my 
experiences in the pursuit. 
In the spring of 1904 I started out from Fort 
Steele accompanied by a Swede boy named 
Jimmy White. We had two saddle horses and 
two for packing, one of the latter being the 
famous Skookum, reputed the best and wisest 
of pack animals. We made for the head waters 
of White River, a tributary of the Kootenay, 
some sixty miles north of our starting point 
and pitched our camp at an elevation of 
some five thousand feet over sea level. Four 
days of the most severe and exhausting climb- 
ing resulted in four days of blank failure as 
far as the capture of the kids I was after was 
concerned. On the fifth we caught one little 
chap after a desperate chase amongst surround- 
ings where the kid was all at home and we were 
all at sea—if I might use the expression. Still 
we had him, and back we fared for camp where 
I acted as his nurse. I had provided myself 
with an ordinary feeding bottle, exactly such as 
is used for the human kid, fitted with a nozzle, 
or whatever they call the arrangement out of 
which the nutriment is sucked. After some 
amount of difficulty I got it to drink a mixture 
of St. Charles cream and warm water, and after 
the third or fourth feeding all trouble as to the 
giving of the food ceased as the kid understood 
his side of the business perfectly. This re- 
lieved me of my nursing to some extent, so fit- 
ting up a little corral for his kidship we took to 
the tops again and after some exhausting agility 
amongst the rocks we got another. This one 
proved of the Nanny variety, and a very suit- 
able companion for the first. I considered I 
had a bit of fortune in my hands and hurried 
back to Fort Steele where I kept them during 
the summer. They turned out to be wonderful- 
ly amusing pets and would follow me all over 
the town, though wild and shy as hawks with 
strangers and with dogs, especially. At first 
they throve well on cream and warm water 
just as I fed them in camp, but later on I found 
they did better on birch brush which I cut for 
them along the creek bottoms. They did not 
grow very fast and I fancied there was a 
chance of my over-feeding them; but as a mat- 
ter of fact I now believe I did not feed them 
sufficiently. In the fall of 1905 I sent them to 
the Bronx, where, I am sorry to say, they died 
soon after their arrival. 
Our trip had shown us that we had hit on a 
part of the mountains where goat were plenti- 
ful, so in the spring of 1905 we returned to our 
camp and began operations on a very high 
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mountain which, as far as I know, is yet un- 
named. Here we saw a considerable number of 
kids and chased them till our hearts were sore 
and our feet and hands if possible a shade more 
sore. We reached camp after dark weary and 
almost too tired to eat. Still a hot supper, a 
warm fire, a smoke or so and a sleep ten fathoms 
deep started hope in our hearts again. By 
daylight we were breasting the heights once 
more, this time with Jimmy partly dressed in 
goat skin. It was an idea of mine—that goat 
skin disguise. By and by we marked an old 
Nanny and a kid feeding out on a snow slide, 
whereupon we started to stalk as close to them 
as we dared. Tying a white handkerchief over 
Jimmy’s head, to still further make him resem- 
ble a goat, I started him on his hands and knees 
towards the mother and kid, hoping that the 
mater would mistake him for an overgrown 
Billy of her acquaintance. I cannot say what 
she thought of the arrangement, but when he 
got within about twenty yards of the pair the 
old lady put down her head and came for Jim- 
my with vengeance in her motherly eye. Goat's 
horns are sharp, and Jimmy knew it. It was 
no fault of his that he didn’t strike Sweden in 
three jumps, for standing up he sprang back 
with more hurry to the square inch inside his 
skin than I thought dignified. Jimmy came 
back, all right. But the old goat when she 
found what it really was, quit that region at a 
pace that words won't describe very easily. 
The kid went with her, but not all our hopes. 
We followed after them and about dark we 
caught the kid at a place where there was an 
overhanging cornice of rock which the old one 
managed to negotiate but which was too much 
for the little one. Back to camp was the order, 
arriving there after dark. Much the same ex- 
perience was had with this number three kid as 
with those of the previous spring, but I was now 
becoming quite an experienced goat nurse with 
knowledge of the rules of the game. 
During the following four days our luck was 
decidedly in the ascendant, as we captured one 
each day, making five in all. I meant to get 
eight if I could, but our shoes were worn so that 
our toes were all but visible, our clothes were 
fitting for secare-crow duties and no more. 
Plainly it was for us to get back to civiliza- 
tion, but [I had the education of the kids to com- 
plete in the direction of absorbing St. Charles 
cream and to this end erected a little corral of 
Jack pine about twelve feet square and covered 
in at the top. We called this establishment 
“The Nursery” and here I took up my duties. 
Truth to tell I had not much trouble with the 
little fellows and used to feed them about every 
