"A NOBLE OLD FELLOW HE WAS, WITH MAGNIFICENT HEAD AND HORNS." 



that the old patriarch was going over the 

 rocks at a rapid rate, fired, and caught him 

 just over the shoulder, knocking him down. 



The goat regained his feet, and started to 

 run. I threw another shell in my rifle and 

 blazed away at him. In my hurry I shot 

 over. Again I tried, ripping the fur from 

 his mane, just as he went behind some 

 rocks which hid all but his hump. I 

 cracked at this, and caught him across the 

 neck, throwing wool 20 feet in the air. 



Still he went on and out of sight into a 

 little draw that led down to our ledge, and 

 we ran around the point of rocks to meet 

 him. There in the tiny canyon, not 30 feet 

 away, stood the old goat, his black eye blaz- 

 ing, his mane awry, and his venerable beard 

 trembling with pain and rage. 



Wright yelled, " Take him under the 

 chin." I fired, and the goat dropped dead 

 in his tracks. 



A noble old fellow he was, with a mag- 

 nificent head and horns. 



We left him where he fell, intending to go 

 back the next day and photograph him. 



We were far above the timber line, the 

 snow lying in patches everywhere about us; 

 but between us and our camp was the still 

 higher summit of the range. Through the 

 snow, and along the brink of a precipice, we 

 clambered to the top. The descent was 

 horribly steep; we could not go directly 

 down, but quartered back and forth over 

 the slide rock! We reached the trail, and 

 level footing, and at last arrived at camp, 

 tired, but exultant. 



" Do you think finding a horse-shoe 

 brings good luck? " 



" Not much; I found one not long ago. 

 That night I threw it out the window, at 

 a cat, and hit a policeman." 



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