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I go a hunting.
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I did not work at it all the time. Almost, every day I went out with my gun to see what I could
The very first day I saw a flock of goats. How glad I was!
But they were very shy and very swift. As soon as they saw me they ran away in great fright.
After that, I saw them nearly every day. But it was hard to get near them.
One morning I saw an old goat feeding in the valley with a kid by her side. I crept along among the rocks in such a way that she did not see me.
When I was close enough , I raised my gun and fired. The mother goat fell, being killed at once by the shot.
 It was a cruel deed, and I felt indeed sorry for the poor beast. But how else should I find food for myself in that lonely place?
The kid did not run away. It stood quite still by its mother's side.
When I picked up the old goat and carried her to my castle, the little one followed me.
I lifted it over the wall. I thought I would tame it, and keep it as a pet.
But it would not eat. I could do no better than kill it and use it for my own food.
The flesh of these two goats lasted me a long time; for I did not eat much meat, and I still had many of the biscuits that I had saved from the ship.
About a month later I shot at a young goat and lamed it. I caught it and carried it home, dressed its wounded leg, and fed it.
Its leg was soon as well and as strong as ever. The little animal became quite tame and followed me everywhere I went.
I thought how fine it would be if I could have a whole flock of such creatures. Then I would be sure of food when my powder and shot were gone