"I believe the Queen sent somebody," I continued. "Where?" said T----. "To him. She probably called the nearest king and said: 'Frederick, Lorne's off. Go and see if he's hurt.'" "'And if he ain't hurt, _hurt him_,'" said T----, completing her Majesty's thought. [Illustration: On the Slide-Rock. Photographed from nature by William H. Seward, Jr. From Forest and Stream.] This second billy seemed to me twice the size of a domestic goat. He was certainly twice the weight. His hide alone weighed thirty pounds, as far as one could determine by balancing it against weights that we knew, such as a sack of flour or sugar. But I distrust the measurements of wild animals made by guesswork on a mountain-top during the enthusiastic state of the hunter's mind which follows at once upon a lucky shot. Therefore, I can positively vouch for this only, that all the goats which I have seen struck me as being larger and heavier animals than the goat of civilization. After all, the comparison is one into which we are misled by the name. This is an antelope; and though, through certain details of his costume, he is able to masquerade as a goat, it must be remembered that he is of a species wholly distinct. We took the web tallow, and the tallow of one kidney. The web was three quarters of an inch thick. Neither elk, nor any animal I have seen, except bear, has such quantities of fat, and I do not think even a bear has a thicker hide. On the rump it was as thick as the sole of my boot, and the masses of hair are impenetrable to anything but modern firearms. An arrow might easily stick harmless; and I am told that carnivorous animals who prey upon the deer in these mountains respectfully let the goat alone. Besides his defensive armor, he is an ugly customer in attack. He understands the use of his thin, smooth horns, and, driving them securely into the belly of his enemy, jumps back and leaves him a useless, ripped-open sack. Male and female have horns of much the same size; and in taking a bite out of one of either sex, as T---- said, a mountain lion would get only a mouthful of hair. But modern firearms have come to be appreciated by the wild animals; and those which were once unquestionably dangerous to pioneers, now retreat before the Winchester rifle. Only a bear with cubs to defend remains formidable. I said this to T----, who told me a personal experience that tends to destroy even this last chance for the sportsman to be doughty. T---- came on a bear and cubs in the spring, and of course they made off, but his dog caught and held one little cub which cried out like a child--and its contemptible mama hurried straight on and away.