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some trace also of the spurious hoof, The most trifling obliquity or ruggedness of surface thus affording a secure foothold, 
the little animal, “whose house is on the hill top,” entertains a sense of self-security which oftentimes proves its ruin, 
Looking down from some craggy pinnacle, as if in derision of the vain efforts of its pursuer, it presents to the rifle the 
fairest of targets; and tumbled headlong fromm its elevated perch, pays the penalty of its rashnegs. Missed, it bounds from 
ledge to ledge, on which the human eye can mark no footing —balancing at one moment upon the giddy verge of a preci- 
pice where barely sufficient space exists for the hoof to rest— at the next casting itself recklessly into the bottomless chasm, 
and pitching, a8 if by miracle, tpon some projecting peak, where all four feet appear to be gathered into the space of one. 
Another spring, and, clear of the intervening gulf, it is nimbly sealing yon perpendicular barrier, that resembles the wall of 
a lofty citadel—and now it is sweeping securely away over the naked and polished tablets of granite which pave the sum- 
mits of those elevated regions, where 
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“We listen, and hear bat the wild river sounding, 
We gaze, hut see only the klipspringer bounding, 
And the eagle of Winterberg, high o'er the woods, 
Sailing supreme ‘mid his still solitudes” 
