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that by the time we got there he was gone, and couldn't 

 be found." 



As an instance, however, of luck combined with effort, 

 the events of our day were interesting. 



Mr. Phillips was anxious that I should have a hunt 

 for mountain sheep, and bring out for my own personal- 

 trophy collection a good Columbian head. Having al- 

 ready had a fine hunt for sheep in Wyoming, I was at 

 first positively averse to killing even one more sheep. 

 Finally, however, I concluded that he was right in assur- 

 ing me that the taking of another ram would have no 

 exterminating tendency, and I decided to kill one if the 

 chance offered. Mr. Phillips and Mack felt sure that 

 other sheep could be found on the mountain north of 

 Camp Necessity, whereon the three rams had been killed, 

 and they insisted that we ought to go up that afternoon to 

 " locate a band for the director." We also wished to carry 

 down a quantity of meat from the previous kill. After 

 an early luncheon, Mr. Phillips, Mack, Charlie and I 

 started up. 



It was a hot afternoon. There was hardly a breath 

 of air stirring, and the southern slope up which we 

 climbed caught the full glare of the sun. After we got 

 clear of the down timber, and were well started up, the 

 going was by no means bad, even though the slope was 

 as steep as usual. 



On that occasion I acted very badly. The heat in my 

 lungs became horribly oppressive, and the exertion of 

 climbing was the hardest I had yet been called upon to 

 make. At every step my knee-breeches caught on my 



