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I GO A-HUNTING
 WEEKS and weeks passed before my castle was finished.
I did not work at it all the time. Almost, every day I went
out with my gun to see what I could find.
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
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
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.