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ledge of rock, upon which, if I shot it, it would topple off down on to the 
rocks, several hundred feet below, and be ruined as a specimen; so I sat 
down to await its possible change of position. After a short while my 
white man and natives arrived, and two of them decided to go around and 
chase him down. As they approached him, down he went, apparently as 
lively as ever, and another chase took place, lasting until the white man 
was played out. 
“From the edge of the cafion I could watch every move. Twice the 
native tried his smooth-bore, without effect, and I began to think the ram 
would get away from him. It climbed a deep cut between two high turrets 
in the side of the cafion wall nearest me, and found its way into a deep 
cavity in the side of one of the great natural abutments, and lay down. 
The Indian could not get to the place, but threw stones at the poor beast 
until it ran out. As it left this big cavity it either had to leap directly 
down fifteen or twenty feet or pass out by the Indian; and here is just 
where it displayed its wonderful capabilities in a most daring manner. As it 
emerged from the cavity it crept along the wall, which to all appearances 
was almost perpendicular, and continued straight on for twenty-five or 
thirty feet. It then turned around and came back to the edge of the cavity, 
and leaped down, falling as it struck the rock below; but it was immedi- 
ately up and away, seemingly as game as ever. The Indian, who was 
within a few feet of the animal at the time, said that he could not see any- 
thing in the shape of a projection on the face of the rock for the animal 
to walk on, nor could any of us do so at a distance of perhaps two hundred 
yards with the aid of powerful field-glasses. 
“TI stood, carefully watching every movement of the animal, and how 
it was possible for it not only to walk the side of such a wall, crippled as 
it was, but actually to turn around and walk back, is beyond my concep- 
tion, for I am sure there was no place on the face of the wall to which I 
could have clung for even a moment. 
“The Indian again went in pursuit, finishing the animal soon after 
with a lucky shot. I went down to measure and skin the animal, but found 
the greater part of its coat so thoroughly filled with blood, much of which 
had dried and set fast, that I only saved the head. 
“The shot the Indian first gave it had completely smashed the left 
thigh. My shot had entered the left side just back of the shoulders and 
a little above the heart, ranging backward and upward, and passing out 
at the right flank, tearing a fearful gash, through which I could thrust my 
fist. It had bled much, internally and externally; had lived nearly twenty- 
four hours after its thigh was smashed, and for four hours after the wound 
I gave it, suffering from loss of blood, making wonderful climbs on three 
legs, and performing feats hardly to be believed, even by those who wit- 
nessed them. The animal was a four-year-old ram, and a magnificent 
specimen.” 
Up to this date it cannot be learned that a specimen of Ovts 
dalli ever has been captured alive and kept in captivity. Certainly 
none have ever reached any of the zoological gardens of either 
