a
seat in a wagon that, afterward, he drew about the ring with a clown in
it.

So, I suppose, if a goat can ride downhill in a wagon it is not much
harder to do the same thing in a sled.

At any rate, Nicknack rode down the hill, and the big sled kept going
faster and faster as it glided over the slippery snow.

"Get out, Nicknack! Get out!" cried Janet, as she saw what was happening
to her pet. "You'll be hurt! Jump out of the sled!"

Ted ran down the hill after the sliding sled, but as it was now going
very fast, the little boy could not catch up to it.

"I guess your goat won't be hurt," said Ford Henderson to Jan. "Goats
can climb rocks and jump down off them, so I guess even if his sled
upsets and spills him out Nicknack won't get hurt."

"The snow is soft," said Lola.

"Look, he _is_ going to upset!" cried Ted, who had stopped running and,
with the other children, was looking down the hill. Nicknack was half
way to the bottom now.

Just as Ted spoke the sled gave a twist to one side and Nicknack cried:

"Baa-a-a-a!"

Then, just as the goat was about to leap out, the sled ran into a bank
of snow, turned over on the side and the next moment Nicknack went
flying, head first, into a big, white drift.

"Oh, our nice goat will be killed!" cried Jan. "Oh, Teddy, you'd better
go for a doctor!"

"No, Nicknack won't be hurt!" said Ford Henderson, the big boy, trying
not to laugh, though Jan did make a very funny face, half crying. "Goats
often land head first on their horns. Anyhow, I've read in a book that
they do, and they don't get hurt at all. Goats like to fall that way.
He's all right. See! He's getting out of the drift now."

And so Nicknack was. He had not been in the least hurt when he jumped,
or was thrown, head first into the soft snow, though he might have
broken one of his legs if he had rolled downhill with the sled. For that
is what the sled did after it upset.

Kicking and scrambling his way out of the snow bank, Nicknack climbed up
the hill again. He could easily do this, even without the pieces of
rubber tied on his hoofs, for they were sharp hoofs, and he could dig
them in the soft snow, as boys stick their skates into the ice.

Up came Nicknack, and then with a little waggle of his funny, short,
stubby tail he walked over to a little hay still left near his feeding
place, and began to eat.

"Say, he's a good goat all right!" cried Tom Taylor. "He's a regular
trick goat! He ought to