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F ORES T A N 1) S T R E A M 
July, 1919 
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AFTER GOAT IN ALASKA 
DWELLING AMONG THE PEAKS OF ALMOST INACCESSIBLE MOUNT- 
AINS THIS STRANGE ANIMAL FURNISHES MUCH EXCITEMENT 
By ROBERT E. MCGLASHAN 
HIS was my third 
trip after mountain 
goats, but as yet I 
had never seen one. 
Two friends and I 
arrived in Frosty 
Bay, forty miles 
south of Wrangell, 
Alaska, late one aft- 
ernoon, about the 
fifth of December, 
on board the gas 
boat Bayfield. 
Of the three hunters on board I alone 
was destined to meet with success on 
this occasion. We had worked our way 
down to this bay in the teeth of the 
winter storms, landing several times en 
route, but seeing no signs of goats. 
A huge mountain, heavily timbered 
nearly to the summit, loomed up on the 
north side of the bay. It did not ap- 
pear to be a promising location for 
goats, so I decided to start early in the 
morning to try and reach another moun- 
tain inland from the head of the bay, 
while my partners ascended the one near 
at hand. 
On this occasion I had two Savage 
rifles, a very reliable 303 special eight 
and half pound gun, which I had owned 
for some time, and a new twenty-two 
high power, just as I had received it 
from the hardware store, with its fac- 
tory sights and heavy, unadjusted trig- 
ger pull. Intending to look only for 
signs and not expecting to see any goats, 
I decided to take the lighter rifle. 
I set out at dawn and by eleven o’clock 
had arrived near enough to my objec- 
tive point to see that it was not nearly 
as promising as it had appeared in the 
distance. By this time I had reached 
a position where I could see the north 
side of the big mountain by the bay. 
From this side it had a very different 
appearance. Ledges and terraces suc- 
ceeding one another up to timber line, 
above which were several steep rock 
slides. Knowing that my friends, from 
tl.eir starting point, w'ould be very un- 
likely to And this section of the moun- 
tain, I decided to ascend and explore 
it myself. 
I, accordingly, began and, after one 
hour’s stiff climbing, found myself in a 
j whirling snow storm. Another half hour 
of ascent and I discovered in the rapidly 
accumulating snow, the fresh tracks of 
I a large goat. He was on the move and 
I traveling along the mountain side. I 
I followed him as fast and cautiously as 
possible, experiencing no difficulty as the 
track followed old trails along the 
benches and crossing now and then a 
timbered spot. I feared that he had 
winded me, but as the storm increased 
and the tracks turned up the mountain 
I into timber, I judged from what I had 
been told of their habits when alarmed, 
that he was unaware of my presence. 
I followed cautiously, watching in- 
tently and hoping every minute to catch 
sight of the animal, when I arrived at 
my first serious obstacle. The tracks 
we were following went along a bench 
at the top of a perpendicular cliff to 
the top of a sort of trough in the rocks, 
sloping at an angle of about forty-five 
degrees, down to another bench about 
forty feet below, where they ended with 
but a few scant inches for a foothold, 
before dropping over another sheer 
precipice of one-hundred and fifty or 
two hundred feet. The goat had deliber- 
ately sat himself down in this trough 
and slid to the bottom. 
To attempt to follow him by that route 
would have been suicide for me and as 
I stood peering down through the fall- 
ing snow, in an endeavor to see whether 
he had turned to right or left, I saw 
the goat. There he stood not more than 
one-hundred feet from me, on a narrow 
shelf; his head and neck hidden by a 
twisted tree trunk, but the rest of him 
in full view, white and shaggy as a 
polar bear. 
The little stranger I was carrying 
came to my shoulder, the bead found the 
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The mountain goat at home 
