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our sheep groups. But soon one arose and went 

 away with apparently a broken leg. Then the 

 other staggered to its feet and walked on. The 

 mother went ahead, urging them with all her 

 motherly devotion to follow. But the sick lamb 

 held back. The one with the broken leg (we sur- 

 mised it was broken from its actions) crossed the 

 gulch and climbed in its poor way the steep hill- 

 side to the left. During all this time we followed 

 as fast as our pumping lungs and thumping 

 hearts would permit, some 500 or 600 yards to 

 their rear. (While crossing the gulch after them 

 Cap remarked that I was wrong when I guessed 

 the distance at which we began shooting to be 

 400 yards, saying it was at least 500.) Before 

 we could climb within range of the crippled 

 lamb both it and its mother had gone over the 

 summit a half-mile away. 



Then we began searching for the sick lamb. 

 I climbed the rocky hill opposite in order to get 

 a better survey of the field where the youngster 

 was last seen, using the glasses carefully. Cap 

 remained on the other side and looked over the 

 ground carefully, finally hunting out of my sight 

 behind the ridge. Then I heard the report of his 

 rifle and concluded he had fetched up with the 

 lamb. However, I divined differently when I 

 saw four sheep — two rams, a ewe and a lamb, 

 the latter our sick lamb suddenly come to life — 

 climbing the ridge above him. Then I knew he 

 was shooting at one of their number, especially 



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