SHEEP. 185 



On September lOtli Mr. Sheldon again took 

 the mountains to the left of our camp, whilst I 

 went to the right, Lonis and Coghlan remaining 

 in camp, as we intended to send them down 

 to our cache on the river with the moose skull 

 and headskin on the following day. 



I had not left the camp more than an hour 

 when I came on six wild sheep, two old ewes and 

 four lambs. I was below them, and I first saw 

 just the head of one of the old ewes looking at 

 me from behind the top of a ridge. I thought 

 that there might be a ram behind this ridge, 

 and so walked on till I was hidden by a fold in 

 the ground, and then doubled back and ascended 

 the mountain out of sight, until I was able to 

 make a stalk from above on to the place where 

 I had seen the ewe. 



As there are no Indians living in the 

 vicinity of the upper Macmillan River, and 

 I knew that no white man had ever yet hunted 

 in the mountains in which we were now 

 camped, I did not expect to find any game we 

 might meet with at all wild. The sight of me 

 had, however, alarmed the old ewe, and when 



