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THE BEAUTIFUL BAYOU ABOVE TSAU-WATI VILLAGE. WHERE THE ‘ JOSEPHINE”’ ANCHORED 
Shortly after noon the tide began running 
against us, and what with its bucking and 
the rounding of numerous points, we made 
slow progress, which was not to be lamented, 
considering the superabundance of game 
now visible everywhere. ‘The goats became 
bolder and bolder as their numbers in- 
creased and several splendid shots were 
offered as the afternoon waned. 
A particularly pretty picture was an old 
billy and a kid who eyed us with a curiosity 
commingled with stupidity and impudence 
from an overhanging ledge of rock hardly 
a hundred feet above the water. “Mr. 
Billy” was a big white fellow, a specimen 
of the genus goat that for bearded physiog- 
nomy would have put to shame the typical 
grandpa of the genusman. We wondered 
at the strange companionship. A nanny 
and a kid are natural associates, and 
frequently a ram accompanies them, but 
it is rare indeed that a billy and a kid are 
seen thus solitarily together. We parleyed 
babyishly for the first shot, which proved 
a true one and brought down the billy in 
his tracks. He seemed to die without.a 
tremor. The kid, instead of running away, 
now moved over and about the prostrate 
form of his putative father and plaintively 
baaed the while. : 
- Sam, our Indian, thought to catch the 
little fellow, and, taking to the dingey, hastily - 
put ashore and clambered up to where the 

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carcass lay, a difficult climb, as the over- 
hang of the cliff was almost insurmount- 
able. The ledge where the animals were 
was situated before our eyes as is the 
average stage to a spectator in the lowest 
part of the pit, and it held a further scene 
of rare interest. As Sam advanced toward 
the goats, the billy, apparently dead, now 
shook itself convulsively several times, 
then slowly rose to faltering legs and with a 
grunt of rage and lowered head made a dash 
toward the Indian, who, without gun or 
anything for protection, seemed doomed 
to jump off into the sea as his only escape. 
A large, loose rock lay in the path of the 
infuriated beast, and Sam saw it and, rush- 
ing forward with quick presence of mind, 
seized it and dealt the animal a stunning 
blow and it fell heavily. A jackknife, 
immediately whipped out, was now put to 
the goat’s throat and its death ensued. 
Meanwhile the kid had scampered off 
over the rocks and now, topping a little 
ridge, it could be seen in full retreat up- 
mountain, accompanied by an old nanny 
who had evidently been near-by all the time. 
Why the shot failed to kill the billy will 
never be known. It entered the animal’s 
belly and tore up his intestines, but his 
vitals and limbs were untouched. Un- 
doubtedly loss of blood would have in- 
evitably ended the beast. However, his 
immense vitality, as displayed, must have 
