satisfy hunger.

"Third day: P. M. Heard some dogs barking away up on the side of the
mountain; asked the butcher if he would buy a wild goat if I killed one.
It was goats that made the dogs bark, goats that once were civilized but
had strayed away and became wild. Shouldered my rifle and climbed that
awful stretch of snow-covered slide rock at the imminent peril of
starting an avalanche and destroying the whole town. Killed a goat, a
black one. Shot him in the shoulder just where "Swiftfoot, the scout,"
would have planted a bullet, but the goat would not or did not die, so I
shot him again through the neck. Then I plunged my steel into him and
saw the life-blood gush all over me and the snow, then I dragged the
goat by his horns down the mountain side. There were places so steep
that the goat went faster than I did, so it was a case of goat dragging
me. Finally landed at the same time the goat did, at the bottom of the
long gulch; tied the goat's legs together and hung him across my back on
my rifle barrel. Walked unconcernedly past the butcher shop to the
restaurant, where I deposited the goat on a box in the back yard. The
perilous adventure netted me my meals for four days, three dollars in
United States money and one Mexican dollar. I was not homesick again."

Another interesting item in his graphic description of the country so
new to him:

"We left Georgetown in early morning to cross the range. From timber
line on the eastern slope of the great Atlantico-Pacifico water shed,
winding around Gray's Peak, serpentinely descending to the Frazier River
through Middle Park to our cabin site on Rock Creek one hundred and
fifty miles, is one unbroken cheerless blanket of snow, covering
irregular sage brush grown mesas sloping to the river banks, along whose
sides grow stretches of heavy, coarse grass suitable for wintering
hardy, range-grown stock. Cultivation of any of the land is still an
unsolved problem. The residents of this great unregistered section live
in log cabins. Neighbors are 'near' who occupy claims within ten miles
of each other. The one county, Grand, represents more territory than
Massachusetts, Connecticut and Rhode Island put together. No section
lines mark the maps, no organized arrangement of district or circuit
courts interferes with the 'administration' of 'justice' when disputes
have to be adjudicated. Generally the one quickest with a gun has the
law on his side. The people are willing to sha