RECREATION. 



ing caught my eye below me, and there 

 were the whole 6 going like the mischief 

 along a path about 150 yards away. They 

 must have got down out of mv sight and 

 then started back again on that trail. 



I threw up my rifle and holding a trifle 

 ahead of the buck which was in the lead, 

 I let him have it. He stumbled, fell and 

 began kicking vigorously. The rest of the 

 animals hesitated a moment then jumped 

 over their fallen leader and went on 

 with redoubled speed. I got down to 

 the wounded goat just in time to prevent 

 his kicking himself over the ledge. Getting 

 my hunting knife in his throat was quite a 

 job, as the ledge was not wide and I did 

 not fancy going down the great height into 

 the sea. I got a rock as big as I could 

 lift and managed to throw it on the goat, 

 which kept him quiet long enough for me 

 to finish him. Cutting off the head and 

 the skin well down on the shoulders, for 

 mounting purposes, I tied it on my back 

 by some handkerchiefs, and began my re- 

 turn trip. 



Francisco was calmly smoking my pipe 

 when I got back to him and to my sur- 



prise there was the whole body of a goat 

 at his feet. 



"Ha ! Ha !" he said, "you gooda one ! 

 Get all 'lone ! buono, buono !" 



We compared the 2 heads and found 

 that the last one I had shot was a trifle the 

 larger. These goats are not very large, 

 weighing possibly 50 to 70 pounds. They 

 are dark in color, have heavy, long hair 

 and excellent horns, being somewhat 

 like the chamois in shape, but much heavier 

 and longer. 



It was getting late and it was as cold as 

 winter up on the plateau, so we fastened 

 on our game and began the trip to camp. 

 We got there in 2 hours and after supper 

 turned in. Our beds consisted of 2 thick- 

 nesses of blanket between the rock and 

 our bodies and the same quantity over us, 

 but it felt like down to me. I never knew 

 anything more comfortable. 



The next morning at 6 o'clock we loaded 

 the cutter and set sail for Funchal. It 

 was blowing hard, but as the wind was 

 well abaft the beam the seas did not bother 

 us much. When we got about half way 

 across we saw the yacht coming out to pick 

 us up, which she did in a short time. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY CLINTON A, SMITH. 



OWLETS. 

 Winner- of 36th Prize in Recreation's 6th Annual Photo Competition. 



