Part 14

Now I had happened, not long before this, to read of a distressing contretemps that had befallen the procession during the Queen’s jubilee, and I reminded T-- of this; but it was new to him. So I told him that while the crowned heads were proceeding in state through London streets with the eyes of the civilized world watching them with admiration, the Marquis of Lorne’s horse kicked up. It was a horse that required a better rider than the Prince of Wales had considered the marquis to be, for he had warned him against the animal beforehand. But the marquis preferred to ride him. And so the horse kicked up, and off fell the marquis, right in the middle of the Queen’s jubilee.

T-- looked at me and said nothing. I was therefore left uncertain if it came home to the mind of the mountaineer that this royal progress, this historic and panoplied moment, was a bad one for a nobleman to select to tumble off his horse in. I continued:--

“I believe that the Queen, upon seeing the accident, sent somebody.”

“Where?” said T--.

“To the marquis. 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,’” added T--, speaking for the Queen. So I perceived that he had given the situation its full value.

After this second day of success, storm and snow beat down upon us, a blinding day, keeping us in camp. More storms followed, and no more goat; and we had to shoot a horse which had “cast” himself, being entangled in his rope, and so frozen as he lay helpless overnight in the heavy snow. We left these mountains and departed to others in search of a herd of goat; I wished a female and kid, and we seemed to have lighted upon a resort of old solitary males. Eight days after the second goat we sighted our herd, and this occasioned an experience more enlightening.

I feel confident that those who have done much hunting of big game have sometimes heard such words as these: “This mountain used to have a bunch of sheep on it all the time; three hundred sheep;” or, “Just about here last season I ran into a band of twelve hundred elk;” or, “I passed two thousand antelope on the flat yesterday.” The person who says this to you will have been your own guide, or some visitor to camp who is comparing notes and exchanging anecdotes. I, at any rate, have listened many times to such assertions; and now and then I have been tempted to observe (for instance) in reply: “Two thousand antelope! When you’d counted nineteen hundred and ninety-nine, I should think you’d have been too tired to go on.” But these are temptations that I have resisted. I think, too, that the men believed what they said--in a general way. But here with the goat was a famous opportunity. We could see them clearly; they were across a cañon from ourselves, a mile or so away; they were lying down, or standing, some eating, some slowly moving about a little; they were in crowds, and in smaller groups, and by ones and twos, changing their positions very leisurely; and they seemed numberless; they were up and down the hill everywhere. Getting to them this day was not possible, since most of the day was already gone, and we were high up on an opposite mountain side.

“There’s a hundred thousand goat!” exclaimed T--; and I should have gone home asseverating that I had seen at least hundreds.

“Let’s count them,” said I. We took the glasses and did so. There were thirty-five.

From these thirty-five during the next two days I completed with no trouble, save hard climbing, my tally of desired specimens,--an adult male and female, and a kid, for my own keeping, with two males to give away to friends. And I learned a little more about the goat.

The female is lighter built than the male, and with horns more slender--a trifle. And (to return to the question of diet) we visited the pasture where the herd had been, and found no sign of grass growing, or grass eaten; there was no grass on that mountain. The only edible substance was a moss, tufted, stiff, and dry to the touch. The largest horns at the base measured six inches in circumference, and twenty-one and a half inches from one tip down to the skull and so across and up to the other tip. I also learned that the goat is safe from predatory animals. With his impenetrable hide and his disembowelling horns, he is left by the wolves and mountain lions respectfully alone. And T-- told me of a mother goat’s energy. A prospector had in early summer captured a kid still too young to run much. Its mother saw him taking it to camp, ran after him, chased him in full sight of his comrades so hotly that he had to drop her child, and she got it back! I have said by inference, but must definitely state, that the kids are dropped in May and June.

To the sum of our knowledge about the Oreamnus montanus, the gift of a subspecies has lately been offered; but acceptance of this gift would at present, I think, be premature. It depends on one’s idea of the number of facts needful in daily life to justify a generalization. For instance, if you should read in the paper that one person died of diphtheria last week in New York, it would not prevent your going to that city; but if you read that five hundred had died in a week, you might decide not to take your children there for the season,--and this would be the result of a justifiable generalization. The rule is nowise different in genuine science. This new variety of goat has been based upon a single specimen, and only the dried skull at that! Because the horns were a few inches longer and spread a few inches wider than the average, and because there were certain differences in measurement of the jaw, is scarce adequate proof that these variations were not a distortion, congenital or the result of accident. We have seen people with squints and with club-feet; we have also been to the circus, yet we do not make subspecies for the Kentucky giant and the bearded lady. But that little ache for self-perpetuation, for some sort of permanence in this forgetting world, throbs in many hearts, and since we are all trying to affix our names to something that will hand them down to the succeeding generations, why not tie them to Oreamnus and Ovis? And so, reader, you have the pleasing vision of our zoölogists, riding down to posterity upon the backs of sundry subspecies of goat and sheep.

These animals, like all our Western big game, are disappearing. It is not (as the political Western loud-talker has so frequently shouted) the Eastern “tenderfoot” who is responsible for this destruction; it is the Westerner himself, quietly breaking the laws he made, and killing (to take one recent example) dozens of bull elk out of season in Jackson’s Hole, Wyoming, merely to sell the two teeth known as “tushes,” and leaving the rest of the carcass to rot on the hills. That is the real man who is destroying our big game, just as he is wiping out our forests. Left in his hands, the face of our continent would presently look like a burnt house. Two years before I hunted the goat, the deer in those mountains came down in herds to stare at the new settlers--who shot them from their cabin doors for fun. The deer are scarce enough now.

The Yellowstone Park is a sanctuary for buffalo, elk, deer, antelope, and sheep. There (if anywhere) our big game have a chance of surviving. I have never heard of goat as existing in this sanctuary; but good news comes lately that the sheep are thriving upon Mt. Evarts. Let me suggest to the commandant that he take steps to secure some goat from the Saw Tooth Range--or anywhere he best can--and try the interesting experiment of breeding the animal in the Yellowstone Park.

ROCKY MOUNTAIN GOAT

(HAPLOCERUS MONTANUS)

This is one of the very few mammals that are permanently white or whitish at all seasons, and although commonly termed a goat, it really belongs to the same group as the serows, which it closely resembles in the form and color of the horns. In winter the hair is very long, and pure white in color; along the back it is erect, and much elongated on the withers and haunches, so as to give to the animal the appearance of possessing a pair of humps. The summer coat is comparatively short, and has a yellowish tinge. Height at shoulder just short of 3 feet; weight from 180 to 300 pounds.

Distribution.--North America, throughout the Rocky Mountains, from about latitude 36° in California at least as far north as latitude 60°. By American naturalists the proper generic name of the animal is considered to be Oreamnus instead of Haplocerus.

MEASUREMENTS OF HORNS

=========+=======+======+==================+======================= LENGTH |CIRCUM-| TIP | | ON FRONT|FERENCE|TO TIP| LOCALITY | OWNER CURVE | | | | ---------+-------+------+------------------+----------------------- --11½ | .. | .. |British Columbia |Clive Phillipps-Wolley | | | | --11 | .. | .. |Kutenay, British |John T. Fannin | | | Columbia | (measured by) | | | | --10½ | 5¾ | .. |Montana |Walter James | | | | 10¼ | 5¼ | 5½ |British Columbia |R. Rankin | | | | --10⅛ | 6½ | .. |Similkameen River,|Arthur Pearse | | | British Columbia| | | | | 10⅛ | 5 | 6⅛ | ? |E. N. Buxton | | | | --♀10⅛ | 4¾ | .. |British Columbia |Capt. A. Egerton | | | | 10 | 5⅜ | 6⅜ |British Columbia |J. V. Colby | | | | --9¾ | 5 | .. |Montana |Theodore Roosevelt | | | | 9¾ | 5½ | 6¼ |N.W. Territories |S. Ratcliff | | | | 9¾ | 5¼ | 6 |N.W. Territories |H.R.H. le Duc | | | | d’Orléans | | | | 9⅝ | 5¼ | 6⅛ |N.W. Territories |Sir Edmund G. Loder, | | | | Bart. | | | | 9½ | 5½ | 6¼ |Alaska |Sir George Littledale | | | | 9½ | 4½ | .. |North America |J. D. Cobbold | | | | ♀9½ | 4¼ | 5½ |British Columbia |P. B. Vander-Byl | | | | 9½ | 5¼ | 6⅜ |East Kutenay, |A. E. Butter | | |British Columbia | | | | | --9½ | 5¼ | 6½ |Bitter Root Mts., |James J. Harrison | | | U.S.A. | | | | | --♀9⅜ | 4½ | 5⅝ |British Columbia |A. E. Leatham | | | | --9⅜ | 5⅜ | 6¾ |British Columbia |T. W. H. Clarke | | | | 9¼ | 5½ | 5¼ |British Columbia |J. Turner-Turner | | | | 9¼ | 5½ | .. |North America |Earl of Lonsdale | | | | 9¼ | 5½ | 5¾ |British Columbia |G. Lloyd Graeme | | | | 9⅛ | .. | 6 |Montana |Thomas Bate, | | | | British Museum | | | | 9⅛ | 5¼ | 5 |British Columbia |Sir Peter Walker, Bart. | | | | 9 | 4¾ | 6 |British Columbia |T. P. Kempson | | | | --8⅞ | 5½ | 4⅛ |British Columbia |Count E. Hoyos | | | | 8¼ | 4⅔ | 5¼ |British Columbia |Count Schiebler =========+=======+======+==================+=======================

FOOTNOTES

Rest.

Caribou.

Not caribou.

Musk-ox.

“Records of Big Game,” Rowland Ward, third edition.

“Records of Big Game,” Rowland Ward, third edition.